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Nicholas A. Draim 



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INTRODUCTION. 

The days have long since passed by when Blackbeards and Cap- 
tain Kidds haunted the high seas, bringing terror into the hearts 
of peaceful merchants and travelers. The time is no more when 
seafaring men told wierd tales of phantom ships, with red sails and 
ghostly crews, looming up out of the darkness. But the old ocean 
still holds a part of its romance, and steel ships have not yet driven 
from its bosom the adventurer and the tighter. 

It is in an endeavor to preserve a little of the true romance of 
the sea that this book, based on actual experience during the prac- 
tice cruise to Europe, is written. The reader who opens these pages 
expecting to find a carefully worked-out plot with a hero and a 
villain and thrilling struggles between the two. will be disappoint- 
ed. Daily life rarely contains a dominating scheme, but is made up 
of a succession of events upon which we react with sorrow, pleasure, 
anger, or whatever mood our natures dictate. He who likes to view 
a cross section of real life and is interested in what his neighbor 
does and says, will not find this book uninteresting. The real ad- 
venturer and the real fighter are often concealed behind a common 
exterior, as the reader will see in the course of this story. The 
places are exactly as described — the men who were shipmates with 
the author will recognize them. Those on the outside may settle 
themselves in their easy chairs, become young again in spirit, and 
sail away with the fleet to Europe. 

The author wishes to acknowledge the use of valuable material 
from the various ship's papers, such as the "Klassy K," "The 
South C Breeze," "The Wolverine," and "The North Star," and 
particularly the kindness of the photographic staff of the Lucky 
Bag of 1922 in permitting the use of their pictures for the illustra- 
tions. 



The characters are fictitious, but the actions ascribed to them 
actually occurred. "Red Dugan" is a name of frequent occurrence 
and since there are three or four in the Academy, the author is re- 
lieved of the responsibility of designating any particular one. 

Difficulties have been encountered in the publication of this 
book, but, thanks to those who recognized its true purpose, they have 
been overcome. That you will enjoy reading this little story is the 
sincere wish of 

The Author 



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CHAPTER I. 
The Embarkation. 

"Say. what d'you think I am — a pack-horse? Here we are, on 
the fourth deck, after I have carried three laundry bags, two sea 
bags, two suitcases, a couple of cameras, and a hammock down to 
the dock, and you have the colossal nerve to ask me to take charge 
of your luggage. If I camouflage my face with a shroud of mat- 
tress covers, how do you expect my girl to recognize me and wave 
that farewell kiss? Not on your life. You'll do your own carry- 
ing." 

"'All right, Red. I'll get a friend to help me out. The next time 
you try to borrow a Fat., you'll get it from me — not. You're the 
bird that had the Duty Officer looking for a plebe marked down for 
an incomplete outfit for the cruise only to find that he had lost 
two white shoestrings. You're the bug that dived into the swim- 
ming tank when it was empty. And to cap it all, you refuse to aid 
your room-mate when he has just five minutes to fall in on the 
dock. Why, you — 

It was the morning of the embarkation at Annapolis of the 
midshipmen on the five ships of the practice squadron, bound for 
Europe. Two midshipmen were standing in a deserted corridor, 
littered with scraps of paper, old rags, an occasional shoe, worn- 
out brooms, and cast-off clothing. Their voices were raised in 
seeming anger. But. although they were berating each other with 
all the ardor of professional political opponents, they were in 
reality the best of friends. "Red" Dugan was a small, wiry ath- 
lete, with a thatch of brick-red hair under which, gleamed a pair 
of clear bine eyes. He had entered the U. S. Naval Academy three 
years before by way of competitive examinations. He was well 
acquainted with outside conditions, therefore, qualified to appreci- 
ate the enlisted men, their abilities, and their splendid service. 
Unfortunately, he spent too much time mastering tin 1 Academy 
slang, so that he struggled along with barely a satisfactory mark 
in his studies. Red's companion was a quiet chap, except when 
he got i'.ito an argument with his room-mate, and altogether justi- 



fied the old saying that opposites go well together. Frank Morris 
acted as a check on the over-impulsive Red and pulled him out of 
many a ticklish scrape. They settled the argument at last. Red 
hauled the mattress and bucket into an elevator and descended to 
the ground deck. It was a long walk to the Santee Wharf, where 
the tug that was to take them out to the U. S. S. South Carolina 
was moored, the cruise gear was heavy, and the sun was sending 
down its hottest rays. 

' ' Look, here, Frank, we 'd be foolish to lug this gear all the way 
to the dock. What's the use of making your legs work for you, 

when you can employ your gonk. Maybe Lady Luck will play 

Wow ! Do you see that ! ' ' 

A negro, pushing an empty cart, was coming down the walk. 
With a shout of glee,, Red dashed up, and before the negro was 
■aware of what had happened, Red was in charge of the cart. Soon 
*the boys were again in motion. Frank, as usual, was doing the 
work. Red, enthroned on a pile of luggage, was acting as passen- 
ger, at the same time keeping a bright lookout for his sweetheart, 
who was coming to see him off. 

The yard was a gay sight. The prettiest girls in the country 
had come down to the Naval Ball the night before, and many had, 
-remained to bid good-bye to their friends. Their gayly colored 
dresses, yellow, red, blue, orange — all the colors of the rainbow, 
•with all possible permutations and combinations — presented a 
fpleasing contrast to the cool green of the shady trees and smooth 
*sward. The girls were walking about with their friends, who, in- 
stead of putting on their military-looking blue uniforms, had 
idonned "white works,' an outfit consisting of a white sailor hat 
with a blue rim, a loose, open-necked middy blouse with black silk 
neckerchief tied with the traditional square knot, and of wide-bot- 
tomed white trousers. These trousers look very cool and informal, 
but they are not made to be interesting only. In fact, the trousers 
legs are made wide so as to roll them up easily in the morning when 
getting ready to swab down the decks — but please pardon the 
(digression. 

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When Red, the cart, and perspiring Frank arrived at the duck. 
a group of girls detached themselves from the crowd and stopped 
further progress. 

"Oh, Red, is that your new command? Girls, salute the skipper. 
I see you have your running lights on; your hair, you know. Red 
to port; isn't it? 

"You bet, Betty, Red to port — but not as long as we stay in 
the States; that's reserved for Lisbon. What do you think of 
Frank as navigator?" 

But. there was no answer. An officer stopped and broke up the 
party. 

"You boys had better hurry along. You've only a few minutes 
left to embark on Tug No. 1." 

"Aye. aye. sir." said Frank. 

"Good-bye, girls." said Dugan. 

Four or five waved their hands at Red and sent a laughing fare- 
well after him. There was one who said nothing, but her blue eyes 
spoke more than any words to Frank and he, in his turn, was satis- 
fied with the farewell message. 

Once embarked on the tug, it was a matter of only about a half 
hour before going alongside the South Carolina. The squadron 
was composed of five ships, in command of Rear Admiral C. F. 
Hughes, on the flagship Connecticut. The commanding officers of 
the ships were as follows : 

Connecticut Captain Earle. 

Kansas Captain Brumby. 

South Carolina Captain Craven. 

Minnesota Captain Stone. 

Michigan Captain Butler. 

Naval Academy officers were detailed to go on the cruise in 
order to give special instruction in Engineering. Navigation and 
Electricity, and one of them on each ship became the assistant ex- 
ecutive officer in charge of midshipmen. 

As soon as the suitcases, hammocks and sea bags were carried 
aboard and sorted in piles, each division officer made a speech to 
the men. Red Dugan was in Squad 2, Division 2, under Lieut. 

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Mullin. Mr. Mullin was a heavy-set, red-faced man, rough in 
speech, perhaps, but kind in manner. 

"Now the first thing that you fellows want to find out is where 
you eat. Remember your number, Mess 3, on starboard side of the 
main deck. Stow your belongings, and at 4 o'clock fall in on the 
quarterdeck. ' ' 

At four o'clock sharp, the midshipmen were assembled on the 
quarterdeck, that part of the ship sacred to officers. The bugler 
sounded attention. The captain appeared. He gave a common- 
sense talk in which he included quite a bit of sound advice. 

"Now, men, I am no public speaker, and, after hearing men 
like the President and Mr. Denby last week, you may think my 
words sound rather flat. But consider what I have to say, not as 
a sample of oratory, but as a piece of sound advice, and we shall 
get along fine together. First, we must be alert at all times ; a taut 

ship is a happy ship. Remember that and, to make this 

cruise enjoyable, to keep yourselves in the best of spirits, and to 
excel the other ships of the squadron,, you must pay due regard to 
personal cleanliness. A great deal of the sickness aboard ship is 
caused by failure to observe the rules of cleanliness. Water, of 
course, is scarce and must be conserved, but make the best of what 
you get. Don't fail to get up on decks and fill your lungs with this 
invigorating sea air ; it has a slap to it, a refreshing tang, and you 
will feel better for it. If you will work with us and come across 
handsomely, we'll all have a good ship and enjoy a happy cruise." 




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CHAPTER 2. 
Life On Board Ship. 

It must not be thought that a sailor's life is free of care, in 
which the wanderlust is the motive and chance is the guide. On 
the contrary, every man is submitted to a system of discipline that 
resembles clockwork in its regularity. A modern battleship is at 
once a home and a workshop. It is an instrument embodying both 
the arts of peace and the science of war. It combines the nicety 
and delicacy of a chemist's balance with the roughness and strength 
of a huge steel girder. On board ship is found an epitome of the 
knowledge of man in the sciences of navigation, ordnance and gun- 
nery, electrical engineering, chemistry, mathematics, steam engi- 
neering, and so on through a long list down to such common occu- 
pations as baking and cooking. In order to send these vessels 
down to sea to ride the long ocean swells, to brave the elements, and 
emerge the victor there can be no slipshod or haphazard life. There 
must be, and there is, a system. 

There are two main divisions of the men: the deck force and the 
engineer force. The former carries out a routine for cleaning their 
section of the ship and receives instruction in drills. The latter 
carries on the important work of keeping up the speed of the ship. 
Red Dugan was stationed in the deck division, given a mess number 
for meals, a billet in which to swing his hammock at night, a locker 
in which to stow his clothes, a ship's number, 2403, a fire station, 
and general quarters. But let Mr. Mullin tell you in his own lan- 
guage. 

"I want you men to know where you belong when we have a 
drill. Don't be a blockhead and tell the captain, if he asks you, that 
you forgot where you ought to go, or that the division officer never 
told .you. If we have a tire drill this afternoon, there are six fire 
plugs for you to man. The one who carries the hand grenades will 
find out where the fire is, and not run around the decks like a scared 
rat. asking the location of the blaze. In case of a collision, which 

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isn't likely, seeing as we have the whole ocean to maneuver in, 
hustle up to the collision mat, that enclosed roll of thrummed can- 
vas aft of turret No. 2. And last, remember that if we have to 
abandon ship, this whole squad falls in on the foc'sle near Motor 
Sailing Launch No. 1, but you don't go off till the second trip — 
the hard-tack and tinned beef go ashore first, and after the crew 
lands that on some island fifteen hundred miles away, the}'' might 
come back and take you off, provided the ship hasn't submerged. 
Mr. Dugan, don't you go near the powder magazines with that 
fiery hair of yours, or you'll blow us all up. Squad, attention! 
Leave your quarters ! ' ' 

Red was tired that night, and was glad when, at nine o'clock, it 
was time to turn in. But the strangeness of his surroundings and 
the excitement of the first day kept him from sleeping. At ten 
o'clock, when the lights were out and the only noise was the boom- 
ing of the waves against the bows, he was still awake. Later he 
heard the hoarse voice of the bos'un's mate calling out, as from a 
far distance : ' ' Re-elieve the wheel and lookout ! ' ' Finally, the 
swinging of his hammock rocked him to sleep, a heavy dreamless 
slumber. About three o'clock the next morning he was awakened 
by a noise like a dull roar of thunder. An extra large wave had 
struck the bows, and was rushing aft. Some unfortunate fellow 
was sleeping in a cot underneath an open port near Red. The sea 
water didn 't splash in — no, it squirted in that port in a solid 
stream. The man below was nearly washed out of his cot. The 
suddenness of the occurrence might be considered as an excuse for 
the way in which he expressed his thoughts, meanwhile awakening 
all his neighbors. Red tried to fall asleep once more, but just as 
he was beginning to drift away someone who was running through 
the compartment rapped his shins on a mess^ench. Howls of pain 
filled the air, followed by loud complaints against the carelessness 
displayed in leaving objects in a place where one would be sure to 
fall over them. This time Red remained awake till reveille, at five 
o 'clock in the morning. He lashed his hammock, and thirty minutes 
later, went up on the foc'sle to turn to. The sea was very rough, 
and at times a wave would wash up and break on the deck. Never- 

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theless, the boys turned to, wet down with the hose and scrubbed 
down with long-handled scrubbers. The bos'un's mate had them 
dry the deck with squilgees ' ' not t ' git th ' foe 'sle dry, but to clean 
it oft'.'' The work gave Red a monstrous appetite, so that when 
the mess attendants brought on the oatmeal, the fried pork sausage 
and gravy, the boiled "spuds," the bread, butter and coffee, be was 
prepared to do it justice. After chow he shifted into the uniform 
of the day. and prepared to work that day's navigation. Each day, 
at noon, the number that came within three miles of the standard 
latitude and longitude was posted on the bulletin board. Mr. Wil- 
son remarked, ' ' I don 't want to see any of you boys correcting your 
sextant with a hammer. That is like trying to regulate a Swiss- 
movement watch with a crowbar. In this navy, we do not navigate 
the way I saw a captain in the merchant marine do it. He used to 
head straight out of Chesapeake Bay until he came to the correct 
meridian then turn and run due south till he caught sight of Cuba. 
Well, he ought to stumble on an island of that size." 

The Kansas had the prize navigator. Here's what the Klassy 
K had to say : 

"Break out the band for how Bright. 

He works his Nav. without a sight; 

But give the goboon to Felix Poole — ■ 

He navigates by the seven-tenths rule. ' ' 

Frank went on duty from 8 June to 13 June as assistant officer of 
the deck. It had been pretty rough before, but on the second night 
it began to blow a gale. At sunset, a bank of leaden-colored clouds 
drifted slowly from the west, shortening the twilight and cutting off 
the lights of the stars. The stern and range lights on the Connecti- 
cut seemed like spots of fire against a curtain of dead black. Large 
waves, capped with white foam, came curling out of the night and 
struck the ship gigantic blows. Occasionally, the overhanging bows 
would reel downwards and fall upon an on-coming wave, smashing 
it and casting a veritable geyser of snow-white spray high into the 
air. Sometimes the nose of the ship buried itself in a huge wave 
and when the bows staggered up again a Niagara of seething water 
poured off the decks into the sea. A strong wind came from two* 

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points forward of the port bow. There was no rain, no lightning, 
no sound save the dull boom of the waves. Frank had no real 
responsibility, yet he could sympathize with the officer of the deck, 
who walked nervously back and forth, feeling keenly the greatness 
of the trust given into his care. Frank thought of the folks back 
home and felt a touch of pride in the thought that while they were 
safely sleeping, he along with many others, was keeping watch over 
them. At length the watch was over, and Frank was glad to hear 
eight bells. 

"Sir, I have been properly relieved." 

' ' Very well ; you may go below. ' ' 

During the voyage to the Azores, the most remarkable incident 
occurred on Tuesday, 7 June. Red Dugan had just finished taking 
a sight on the sun with his sextant, when he glanced at the Con- 
necticut, the first ship in column. 

' ' Jimmie Doak ! Jimmie Doak ! ' ' 

"What's trouble now, Red?" 

"The Connie's out of line and we're stopping. They are haul- 
ing down the speed cone. Listen ! Do you hear that gun? There's 
a man overboard from one of our ships. And see, out there on the 
starboard hand, there's a life buoy. What does it mean? Is it a 
drill, or is there really a man overboard?" 

Both ran up to the boat deck to get a better view. They could 
perceive no one swimming near the life buoy. At the end of fifteen 
minutes word was received that it was a false alarm ; the ships 
resumed formation and proceeded on the course. 

That night there was more excitement. Just as Red had settled 
himself for a good night's rest, and had lashed himself in his ham- 
mock to play safety first, the fire gong sounded. 

' ' Go to your fire stations ! Fire forward ! ' ' 

Red disentangled himself from his hammock and ran toAvards 
the scene of the blaze, clad in pajamas — thanks to H. The fire 
had started in the paint locker, which was filled with smoke. Cap- 
tain Craven was one of the first on the spot, calmly directing the 
men in their work. Several men descended to the paint locker, 
were overcome by the fumes, and were pulled out by lines attached 

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about their waists. As for Red. he "sacheted" madly about Like a 
chieken with its head cut off. 

•"Save the laundry! Ain't there a way to reseue our clothes? 
Mr. Henry, don't let 'em play the hose on our clean laundry. 
Can't I go and drag it out?" 

' ' Yes, yes. Please yourself. ' ' 

Red coolly selected the Second Squad laundry, for which he was 
later given a vote of thanks by the members of his squad; and 
censured by the others. E. J. Odell, Ptr. 3c, A. Alison, ptr., 3c. 
and P. J. Doughty, stkr. lc, distinguished themselves in the fire 
fighting and they, along with others, were especially mentioned by 
the captain in his report. 

On Tuesday afternoon, 2 p. m., 14 June, Flores, the first island 
of the Azores was sighted. Land, when first seen at sea, resembles 
a cloud, a faint, blue shadow beyond the horizon, that deepens in 
color as the distance grows less until one can distinguish the out- 
lines. Red was on the boat deck when Flores hove in sight. He 
called out : 

"Come over here, wife, and tell me something about these mid- 
Atlantic rocks. I'll suffer cheerfully." 

Frank was not averse to enlightening Red on this subject, so he 
settled himself comfortably on a gun base and began : 

"The Azores are of volcanic origin. Years ago they were 
thrown up above the surface of the ocean by some great convulsions 
of the earth. Sea birds and perhaps the wind, carried seeds from 
the mainland, and plants began to cover the islands. By and by 
the Phoenicians sent out ships that passed the lost Atlantis and 
sailed on to the Azores; at least it is said that strange pottery and 
Oriental coins have been discovered there. But the ocean swallowed 
up all knowledge of their existence and they were forgotten as 
completely as though the waters of the Atlantic had covered them 
once more. 

Prince Henry, the Navigator, was responsible for the redis- 
covery of these islands. He collected all old charts and books re- 
lating to them and in 1431, he sent out Cabral, who discovered the 
Formiga group and St. Mary. On May 8, 1444, Cabral found St. 

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Michaels, and on account of the multitude of hawks on that island, 
the group was called : ' The Azores. ' 

The celebrated action of the Revenge took place in 1591 at 
Flores. 'Her Majesty (Elizabeth) understanding of the Indian 
fleet's wintering in Havana, and that necessity would compel them 
home this year 1591, sent a fleet to the islands under the charge of 
the Lord Thomas Howard * * * * ' On 31st August, Howard was at 
anchor off Flores, watering and refreshing. The Spanish king sent 
Alonso de Bazan from Ferrol with 55 ships and 7,200 men, and soon 
was at Terceira. The Earl of Cumberland saw the fleet on the coast 
of Spain and sent the Moonshine, Capt. Middleton, to warn How- 
ard in time for him to slip his cables and all got clear except the 
Revenge. Tennyson says ,of that famous battle : 

'And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over 
the summer sea, 

But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and fifty- 
three. 

Ship after ship, the whole night long their high-built gal- 
leons came, 

Ship after ship, the whole night long, with her battle thunder 
and flame ; 

Ship after ship, the whole night long, drew back with her 
dead and her shame, 

For some were sunk, and many were shattered, and so could 
fight us no more — 

God of battles, was ever a battle like this in the world before ? 

But Sir Richard cried, in his English pride 

We have fought such a fight for a day and a night, 

As may never be fought again ! 

"We have won great glory, my men ! 

And a day less or more, at sea or ashore, we die — ■ does it 
matter when? 

Sink me the ship, Master Gunner, sink her. split her in 
twain, 

Fall into the hands of God, not into the hands of Spain. ' 

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There are two good ports, Ponta Delgada, in Sao Miguel, where 
a costly breakwater has been erected, and Horta, on Fayal, an im- 
portant cable center with one of the best harbors in the Atlantic. 
Nearly all the cities of the islands have gas, electric lights and 
water supply, but in the country districts there are few of the con- 
veniences or comforts of modern civilization. Transportation is 
principally by donkey or ox-cart. The population was 258,000 in 
1900. ' ' At this point, Frank ran out of ' ' dope. ' ' 

The next morning the squadron sailed between the islands of 
San Jorge and Pico Alto. It was early, and the clouds w r ere rest- 
ing on the tips of the mountains like great, fluffy blooms of cotton, 
and trailing long, white streamers of mist down the valleys. 
Through the telescope Frank could see the picturesque, white-wall- 
ed houses, the spire of the church in Villa des Valles the light- 
house on a cliffside, and beyond, the brown cones of extinct craters. 
But the ships steamed on their way. The Azores remained a 
strange world, as far as personal experience was concerned, as the 
cracked and dried surface of the moon remains a mystery to the 
astronomers, who can see, yet cannot attain. The battleships pass- 
ed on. Again they were in the ocean, with no bounds save the en- 
circling ring of the horizon. 

It began to grow colder as the latitude increased. Red Dugan 
told Frank that Dennis Casey, Chief Quartermaster, claimed that 
he saw an orange colored sea gull flying around the ship, chased by 
a flock of green ones. 

"Cheer up, Doogan," replied Frank, "that is because the coast 
of your fatherland, Ireland, is off to the east of us. ' ' 

On the afternoon of the 20th, after several cloudy days, the 
lookout called to the bridge: "Land ho!" It was too cold to go 
on deck so Red stationed himself near an open port. The island of 
St. Kilda was passed close on the starboard hand so that Red got 
■a good look at its black silhouette looming against the sky. The 
only sign of life was the sea gulls, flying about the cliffs. Vertical 
strata, not yet worn smooth by the rain and the wind, thrust jagged 
pinnacles at the clouds. Walls of rock stretched down to the sur- 
face of the water, where flashes of white foam marked the waves 

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breaking on the shore. Altogether, it was a cold, dreary, desolate 
picture, and Red turned away with a feeling of satisfaction when 
the island receded and began to disappear. 

Ten o'clock of the next morning saw the squadron steaming 
through Pentland Firth. The western entrance is guarded by 
great walls of rock that seem to act as sentinels, facing the cold 
winds that sweep down from the north. The hatches were battened 
down because of the heavy currents, side bucks, and rips. The 
column rapidly lost formation. A sudden swirl of water caught 
the Minnesota and turned her half way around; she immediately 
signaled the flagship, asking for permission to increase her speed. 
This was soon done and the ship swung back into line. 

Frank Morris put on his reefer and came topside to catch a 
glimpse of the interesting places that were appearing. To the 
north, he could see the arms of the Firth leading to Scapa Flow. 
It was in this latter place that the German fleet had been sent to 
the bottom by its own crews. Frank experienced a peculiar 
emotion ; he began to see history in a new light. That which before 
had been a collection of words on the pages of a book became sud- 
denly secondary to the real events which had actually occurred at 
Scapa Flow. No words, however carefully selected, can give one 
that broader outlook on life, the world and its peoples, that comes 
from seeing with one's own eyes. 

That afternoon the Chaplain issued pamphlets describing 
Christiania. Red Dugan promptly secured three copies: one for 
his folks, one for his girl, who probably would never see Christiania, 
and one for himself. He discovered a paper-backed book entitled : 
"Easy Lessons in Norwegian," and set about to memorize a bill of 
fare. 

"Hi, Frank, let's learn to speak the lingo. When you're in 
Rome speak Spik. When you're in Norway, do the same. What 
say?" 

"Bah! It's a waste of time. It's much simpler to speak in 
English. You'll find waiters in all the large restaurants who can 
talk our language as well as you can." 

"But that ain't the point. If I can go in and pull the real 
stuff, they'll say, 'Here's a guy that knows the ropes. We'll go 

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easy on his kroner and ores.' Resides, suppose you get Lost, and 
want to ask the way of some cop. What would you do .'" 

" In the first place, I wouldn't get lost." 

"That's you all over. Dodge the question. Well, J am goin' 
to speak Norske. Let's see. how do you say beer? Beer, oel, pro- 
nounced ul; red wine, rodvin, pronounced ro-ween; white wine, 
hvitvin. weet-W( en." 

Prank interrupted Red's soliloquy with: "Is that all you're 
going to do — learn how to ask for drinks? Why don't you eat?" 

"Aw, shut up, will yuh ? I'll get to that later on. Fish is 
something like the English word — fisk. but it's a far cry from 
chicken to hans. Say, 1 ought to be a millionaire when 1 go ashore. 
A kroner is worth 14.7 cents, and I draw $8.81, or 60 kroner. There 
are 6 ores in one cent. Here's a good idea: tell the folks at home 
you spent 1200 ores on one meal and they'll think you broke in a 
bank. I'm going to refer to my cash account in terms of kroner — 
makes me think I'm worth more. By the way. this is a good chance 
to make a collection of foreign coins, stamps, newspaper clippings 
describing the arrival of the squadron, and pictures of the cruise. 
If my kroner don't give out before we leave Norway. I'll have 
enough relics and mementos to till a laundry bag." 

"Red, you make me tired. Good-bye. I'll leave you to make 
your plans on the Q. T." 

The following afternoon the long-looked for Norwegian coast 
appeared off the port bow. When it came close enough, Prank 
manned the telescope and took a good look at the "promised land." 
The far away hills were dark green — covered with fir and pine. 
From north to south, within the radius of vision, Frank saw the 
rugged mountains, the deep valleys, the thin lines of silver that 
represented creeks and mountain streams. Long arms of the sea, 
the Norwegian fjords, stretched far inland, as if to welcome the 
rivers and lead their waters out to the great ocean. The shore was 
composed of bare rocks, on which the waves broke and surged. The 
coast of Norway is a wild coast, a fit breeder of the strong and 
reckless race that braved the terrors of the sea and preceded Colum- 
bus to America by fully five hundred years. 

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CHAPTER III. 

Frank And Red In Norway. 

It was 11:30 at night before Frank came again on the foc'sle. 
He expected darkness, as is usual in southern latitudes at this 
time; darkness, that comes on with that quickness Coleridge has so 
aptly described : 

"The sun's rim dips, the stars rush out. 

At one stride comes the dark." 

But he saw a wonderful sight. To the right Frank could see 
the moon, half-hidden by the silver clouds, making a shining path- 
way of light on the ocean waves. To the left, a broad band of red 
glowed behind the black silhouette of hills, betraying the hiding 
place of the sun. For a long time he stood there lost in admiration 
of this queer spectacle of night in the embrace of day. Then he 
turned and went below. 

The morning of the 23rd found the battleships at the mouth of 
Christiania Fjord, where they stopped to allow the Norwegian 
pilots to come aboard. A few hours later, the squadron steamed 
between the lighthouses at the entrance. It was a sunshiny day ; 
a few summer clouds floated lazily overhead, and, for a change, it 
was warm, due to the shelter from the cold north winds afforded 
by the land. The. waters of the fjord were as smooth as glass, and 
rippled away from the bows of the ship as in the smooth surface of 
a lake. Here and there, along the banks, one could see picturesque 
villages, and occasionally, a fair-sized town. At one place, school 
had let out for the day, and the kiddies stood on the banks, waving 
and cheering for the strangers. Many of the townspeople had 
rowed out in small boats to get a close view of the Americans. One 
row-boat contained two Norwegian girls, and beauties they were, 
too. They were golden-haired, blue-eyed blondes; their cheeks 
were red with the healthy flush of outdoor life, and they appeared 
to be physically well developed. A gob shouted : ' ' Hello, girls ! ' ' 

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To the surprise of all, one of them sent back an answering 
shout : ' ' Hello, Americans ! ' ' 

Well, the sailors cheered them like mad. The starboard life- 
lines nearly broke under the weight of the curious spectators. 

Slowly the ships proceeded up the fjord, and at one o'clock 
Christiania lay dead ahead, in full sight. A German steamer 
from Hamburg passed close by to starboard, outward bound, it is 
the custom for a ship underway to lower the colors a little on pass- 
ing another vessel of different nationality ; it is the same in prin- 
ciple as the action of a civilian in tipping his hat to a friend. A 
grizzled squarehead in the stern hauled the red, white and black 
all the way down, and held his country's flag in one hand and his 
old black pipe in the other. The harbor of Christiania was tilled 
with small sailing craft, that tacked and wore fearlessly within a 
few yards of the huge war vessels nosing into the place of anchor- 
age. These half raters were as trim as one could wish ; they were 
very narrow and cut the water like a knife, at a comparatively 
high rate of speed ; they heeled at a sharp angle on the turns and 
answered quickly to the slightest breath of wind. Instead of a 
man's owning a Ford in Christiania he owns a sailing boat, and 
gets just as much pleasure out of it, too. Another striking feature 
of the arrival was the number of flags. As Eddy Foster remarked: 
"The Crown Prince must have a corner on the flag and flagpole 
market." The sides of the hills about Christiania were gay with 
the national colors; every front yard, it seemed, had its flagpole. 
This was partly explained by the fact that the Norwegians are a 
homogenous and patriotic people, and partly because the Ameri- 
cans happened to arrive on the longest day of the year, the day of 
the mid-night sun, which was being celebrated. 

Red Dugan was afire with excitement. He wanted to know if 
there was any mail, how soon it would be before the first liberty 
boat went ashore, where the ships would moor, and above all, he 
wanted to try out his home-made brand of Norwegian. There was 
no liberty until the next day, however, because of the celebration of 
the holiday. But Red was on the spot the next afternoon at 2 :30, 
when the liberty party fell in on the quarterdeck. He had his 

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THE MIDNIGHT SUN. NORWAY 



white cap as clean as soap and 
water and sunshine could make 
it, his blue uniform was carefully 
pressed and painstakingly brush- 
ed, and his shoes were as highly 
polished as a mirror. When the 
coxs'n shoved off the motor 
sailer, the men gave a hearty 
cheer. Although it was only a 
short distance to the dock, the 
time seemed to pass slowly on the 
way. At last the boat officer 
shouted : ' ' Disembark ! ' ' and the 
men stepped ashore in Europe. 

Red laid his course towards 
the Cafe Bien, and entered in 
hopes of getting something to 
eat. A smiling woman clerk was 
standing behind the counter. 

"Hair doo no got froot?" he 
inquired, (Have you any fruit?) 

The clerk evidently did not 
understand Norwegian ; at least, 
not Red's. 

' ' Do you speak English ? ' ' 

No answer. 

' ' Parlez-vous francais ? ' ' 

Still no answer. 

' ' Konnen Sie Deutsch 
sprechen ? ' ' 

A bland smile was his only 
reward. 

"1 say, d'you speak Hog 
Latin, by any chance?" 

No, she did not. So Red em- 
ployed the age old method of 

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sign language, which is understood everywhere. He pointed to some 
cakes and moved his jaws; he indicated his thirst by tilting up- 
wards an empty glass. The waiter smiled; she understood, waved 
him towards a seat, and Red sat down for his dinner. First came 
a large bowl of tomato soup. Then appeared broiled salmon and 
mealy, boiled potatoes. Next, there were roast pork, bread, butter, 
and rich, brown gravy. Red had to ask for the bread, for it is used 
very little, potatoes being eaten in its stead. And for dessert Red 
had a big dish of strawberries and ice cream. (Jordbaer med flode.) 
When he asked the price of all this excellent food he was surprised 
to learn that it cost only seven kroner — one dollar. A meal like 
that would have been worth at least three and a half in the States. 
Red paid the bill and added a five kroner tip. The waitress was so 
unused to American generosity that she nearly kissed him. lie fled. 

A stranger accosted him. on Karl Johan's Grade, the principal 
street of Christiania. This man pointed to a cafe and muttered 
"Champagne?" Red was naturally opposed to being spoken to in 
this manner by tramps and beggars, but he choked his feeling of 
aversion for a moment and said : 

' ' Do you speak English ? ' ' 

"•fa!" (pronounced yaw, means yes.) 

"What are you doing around here?" 

"Ja!" 

"D<> you understand me?" 

'Ma!" 

"You do not understand me!" 

"Ja!" 

"Say. just between you and me, don't you think you are a damn 
fool ! ' ' 

"Oh. ja. ja!" 

"So do I. So long, old top. You'd better go back to school." 

Except in a minority of cases the sailor on shore leave thinks 
first of all of food, and after that, of sightseeing. Red was satis- 
fied with the meal he had eaten a few minutes before, so he set out 
on a tour of the city. Some men never look at a map of the places 
they are visiting, since they believe the element of strangeness lends 

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a touch of adventure to their wanderings ; others prefer to lay out 
their route before hand in order to know just what they wish to 
see, when they can see it, and where, thus saving time and seeing 
more. Red, true to his nature, adapted the haphazard method. He 
halted before the Grand Cafe and hailed a Ford taxi — yes, there 
were Fords in Christiania. The driver was a tow-headed Nor- 
wegian who could not understand English, so Red decided to get 
an interpreter. He jumped into the front seat and took the wheel 
away from the driver, not without a struggle. Driving slowly past 
a street corner, he shouted at a group of men standing on a side- 
walk : 

"Any you fellows talk English?" 

A heavy-set gentleman, carrying a brief case, and dressed in a 
brown tweed suit stepped forward. 

"Yes, I speak it." 

' ' Come on, get in — quick. ' ' 

Taken by surprise, Fats, for such did Red name him, stepped on 
the running board. Red turned on the gas, and, as the car jumped 
forward, reached out with his free hand, grasped Fats' coat front, 
and pulled him into the car. 

"Fats, you're my guide, and you're goin' to show me all the 
sights of Christiania, such as they are, before eleven o'clock to- 
night, Do I hear any objection?" 

' ' B-ut, my dear sir, this is — unexpected, to say the least. It is 
not the custom here to kidnap a guide. You must allow — " 

"Oh, no you don't. You can talk too well to get off so easily. 
Don't worry, I'm the goat, I'll set you up to a swell dinner, pro- 
vided you journey around with me awhile. "What say?" 

The man smiled slightly and replied: "Well, I'll do it, for the 
novelty of it, Where do you wish to go ? " 

"Oh, anywhere. Doesn't make any difference to me." 

' ' Then keep right on. The street in which we are now driving 
is Karl Johan's Gade, the principal one of the city. Do you see 
this large building to our right? That is the university. It was 
founded in 1811 by King Frederick VI, on voluntary contributions 
from all classes throughout Norway. Grosch erected the buildings 

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from 1841-1851, and, as you can see, they arc very fine. This por- 
tion facing the lawn has a huge portico adorned with a bronze 
frieze representing Athene breathing the spirit of life into the first 
human beings. That statue in the middle of the lawn is of Schwei- 
gaard, one of our statesmen and lawyers. The north wing used to 
be the University Library ; but that has been removed to a separate 
building, Drammen's Road. In the garden in the rear of this build- 
ing there are a number of ancient runic stones. The old Vikings, 
you know, called letters, runes. And there is an old Viking ship 
there, too, housed in a temporary building." 

"Say, I want to see that. 1 '11 drive around and stop, then we'll 
drop in and inspect." 

Red parked the Ford under a tree in a rear street, and Fats told 
the driver, "paa Norske," to wait there. The cabin was closed, but 
two or three kroners proved a good key and soon the two men were 
gazing on a ship built over a thousand years ago. 

"This is called the Gokstad Ship, as it was discovered in 1880, 
in a large mound near Sande Fjord, on Gokstad Farm. The ship 
was hauled on rollers three-quarters of a mile from the fjord, and 
an old chieftain was buried in it with all his treasures. Robbers 
had dug down to it and torn away a portion of the port side to get 
to the treasure, which, of course, was all gone when Ni iolaysen 
disinterred the vessel for the museum. On the right side of the 
ship is a large rudder, which, in those days, was always placed to 
the right of the stern, from which circumstance we get the name 
'steerboard' or 'starboard.' That ought to be interesting to you, a 
navy man." Red nodded. "Along the side strakes you can see 
holes. They were for the spruce oars, sixteen on each side. That 
indicates that this was a small war vessel, for the leading craft 
usually had 20 or more oars on each side. The shields hanging 
along the rail formed a miniature armor plate for the protection of 
the rowers and fighters in battle. There is a detachable mast that 
was carried along; in fact, most of the navigation was done by sail, 
but the maneuvering in battle was accomplished by rowing. The 
fights began at long range with the launching of flights of arrows. 
The men crouched low behind the bulwarks and shields until the 

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ships came together. Then began the hand to hand struggle, in 
which the best man won. Battle axes, swords, clubs, and stones 
were commonly used." 

Here Red interrupted. ' ' I hear they adopted bricks, after they 
visited Ireland." 

' ' None of this funny stuff, young man. If you want me to stay 
on as your guide, don't try any kidding along." 

"Fats, I'm not saying a word. Let's hear some more about this 
boat." 

' ' Very well. The bow here is pretty well demolished, because it 
stuck up out of the mound in which the ship was buried. Presum- 
ably, both bow and stern were finished with carved dragons. In 
the Sagas, we frequently read of a dragon's head about the prow, 
and the sail was compared with dragon's wings. The stern often 
was carved in form of a tail, so they called the whole ship a dragon. 

"Special care was exercised in the construction of the prow. 
The strong oak boards were beautifully clinched, and the edges 
adorned with moldings. 

"The lowest strake is clinched to the keel with iron bolts, while 
the others are bound to the frame with soft roots. The vessel ex- 
hibits a combination of strength and buoyancy with beautiful 
curves fore and aft. As an illustration of her seaworthiness, an 
exact model was built in the nineties, and a Norwegian crew sailed 
in her across the Atlantic." 

Red shook his head, and added: "Why, that boat looks almost 
like one of our whaleboats. We could hoist it up on the deck of 
the South C. by the boat cranes without trying. The old Vikings 
must have been a tough gang to sail all over the ocean in a ship 
like this. I'd like to have seen the skipper; he must have been a 
terror to keep the men in shape in these crowded quarters for days 
at a time." 

"Yes, the Vikings were a trifle unruly. Nowadays you grow 
tired of ship life and go ashore to have a good time. In those days, 
the Vikings were more than tired of salt fish and lack of sleep, and 
when they set foot on land, they were all ready to tear loose. That's 
why they were such good fighters." 

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After a few minutes, Red's curiosity was satisfied and he sug- 
gested that they leave to seek new fields for sightseeing. They 
walked back to the car, where the driver, with a curious look of 
mixed resignation and contentment, was still waiting. Red was 
doomed to learn more about Ford taxis in Christiania than he ex- 
pected or cared for. 

Directed by Fats, Red drove the car back to Karl Johan's Gade 
(Johan's Street), and up the hill towards the Royal Palace. It is 
at the foot of this hill that Drammen's Vei, the most popular 
promenade in the city, begins; to the right, one may see the Palace 
Park, and to the left, broad sidewalks shaded by lofty trees. In 
summertime the stores close at four and five o'clock in the afternoon 
and the tired clerks go out for a stroll along Drammen's Vei. At 
the time when Red was driving up the avenue, the walks were 
crowded with civilians among whom be could see sailors, officers, 
and midshipmen. Again the Ford was allowed to remain in a side 
street while Red and his guide started out to see the Royal Palace. 
A broad flight of steps Leads from the end of Karl Johan's Gade to 
the terrace in front of the Slotte, from which a magnificent view of 
the heart of the business district of the city may be obtained. It 
was a little after five o'clock when the two sightseers mounted these 
steps and found that they had arrived too late to be admitted to the 
palace grounds. A sentinel paced back and forth before the barred 
gates, beyond which Red could see the well-kept lawns, the flower 
beds resplendent with many colors, the white marble statues, peep- 
ing out of shady corners, and the sunshine glittering on the waters 
of a fountain. The guard wore a tall, visored cap with black ostrich 
plume, a black velvet blouse with gold aiguilettes, and blue trousers 
with a broad, white band along each outside seam. He was effect- 
ively armed with a rifle and fixed bayonet. 

At first, Red despaired of getting inside, for the guard politely 
but firmly barred the pathway. But when Red withdrew, he saw 
four of his midshipmen friends and, calling them by name, he said: 

"Boys, what d You say we try to pass the bird with the gun and 
take a close-up of the Royal vegetable gardens?" 

"Easily said, Doogan, but how '11 you work it?" 

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"Easier yet, Skinny. Here's the idea. You four men fall in 
ranks behind me and be my staff. I '11 play the part of distinguished 
visitor and awe the guard into submission. We may not get away 
with it, but we don 't lose anything by taking a chance. ' ' 

"All right, Doogan, we'll try anything once." 

So Red formed his staff. He marched ahead of the others, all 
with heads up, chests out, and in step. At the gates, Red abruptly 
gave the command : ' ' Staff, left turn, march ! ' ' and the boys went 
on through, not even deigning to glance at the startled guard, who r 
not knowing what to do, allowed them to pass. For a half hour r 
Red and his "staff" wandered about the grounds, enjoying the 
sights. But they made a mistake when they attempted to enter the 
palace itself. They were almost at the great, bronze doors when the 
Master of the Royal Guards rushed out, with drawn sword, and 
stopped them. 

"What are you doing here?" he demanded in English. 

"Oh, just lookin' around." 

"Well, you get out of here as fast as you can travel. How did 
you get in, may I ask?" 

"By the same way, George, that we're goin' to leave. Staff, 
let 's beat it, before we get in bad. ' ' 

Fats was waiting patiently when they appeared outside, and 
exclaimed, the moment he saw them : "I knew you would be chased 
out of there before long. That 's why I didn 't accompany you when 
you started inside. Mr. Dugan, I think I had better take you to a 
place where you can't get into hot water. Come with me." 

"Fats, there's only one place where I can't go wrong, and that's 
in a restaurant, where I 'm too busy eating. What time is it ? " 

"Only a quarter till six. We have plenty of time to drive up 
to Holmenkollen and Frognersaeteren, in the mountains, then we 
can return and dine at the Continental." 

"Sounds gcod to me! We'll wake up Swede, here, and take his 
poor old Ford on a cross country walk. Hi, Swede, turn out ! ' ' 

The driver, who had been sleeping, opened his eyes, yawned, and 
listened to the directions Fats gave him. Soon the two were riding 
through Majorstuen, a beautiful suburb of Christiania, where many 

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of the society people and foreign ambassadors reside. When they 
reached the terminal station for the electric line in Majorstuen 
Fats advised Red to dismiss the car and proceed by tramway up 
the mountain side, as it would be far cheaper, with just as good an 
opportunity to gain a view of the fjord and the valley. The taxi- 
meter read ten crowns, and Red was congratulating himself on his 
thriftiness. "Hvor meget?" (how much) he asked. 

"Tredje kroner." (thirty crowns). 

"Yes," cut in Fats, "he wants ten crowns for the traveling we 
did and twenty for time spent in waiting." 

"Look here, Swede, I don't want to buy this Ford from you, I 
only wanted to hire it for the afternoon. Where d'you get that 
stuff?" 

But Red's protests were wasted and he at last paid the thirty 
crowns. When he started away, the driver snapped out of his 
stolidity and began jabbering in Norwegian. 

Fats translated: "He wants fifteen crowns more; the city has 
laid a tax of 50', on all taxi fares. I'm afraid you must pay him.* 

"This is highway robbery," objected Red. "I did about a 
dollar's worth of riding and they stick me for three dollars wait' 
ing and two dollars luxury tax. I suppose I'll have to dig up, 
however. Here, Swede, your fare — and also a one ore tip for you 
to buy a glass of champagne. How about it? " (One ore was 
worth one-sixth of a cent). 

Swede was not in the least offended by Red's tip. He merely 
touched his cap, said "Tak" (thanks) and drove off. 

The electric car from Majorstuen ran up the mountain side 
from the western part of the city. First, it passed through the 
fields of Vestre Aker, in which stood clumps of trees, remnants of 
old forests that stood there in Viking days, then began a rapid 
ascent of the western side of Vettakollen. After sweeping around 
a great curve at Skeedalen, the car traversed an embankment raised 
across a valley to Holmenkollen Station. Red and Fats disembark- 
ed there and walked up a little foot-path to Holmenkollen. There 
they found a huge, old-fashioned inn, built of rough-hewn logs, 
surmounted by a roof of quaint tiles and protected at the ridge by 

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a carved wooden dragon, which was grinning diabolically at the 
valley far below. They had their choice of dining at their ease in 
a roomy hall, or of repairing to the flower-screened veranda to sip 
a glass of wine, meanwhile gazing at the splendid vista before them. 
But our friends did not stay long. After a short rest, they boarded 
another car and continued the ascent of the mountain to Frogner- 
saeteren. 

From this little station they went on up a woodland path, past 
a pretty little mountain lake with waters as green as emerald, to 
the extreme top, near the wireless towers. A wooden scaffolding, 
ninety or a hundred feet high, had been constructed in the middle 
of a cleared space. A magnificent view of Christiania was obtained 
there, and beyond, of the silver waters of the fjord with countless 
wooded islands, stretching far away to the horizon and the open 
sea. The great battleships anchored in the harbor resembled little 
top ships of tin, resting in a basin made by some modeler for a 
museum. To the rear, one caught a glimpse of the mountains, their 
snowy peaks rising above the dark green of the distant forests. 

The freshness and delicate scent of the air can never be de- 
scribed in words. One breath of it is more exhilarating than a glass 
of old wine ; it lends fresh vigor to one 's step and gives a feeling of 
pure enjoyment of life. The breezes, wandering through the forest 
aisles, emerge laden with oxygen and with the pungent odor of fir 
and pine. Statistics show that Norway is the most healthy country 
of Europe — let us look to the air as a reason. 

The travelers missed the next return car to Majorstuen, so they 
decided to go on foot part way down the mountain. They repassed 
Frognersaeteren and followed the ski trail for quite a while. This 
ski trail is a rendezvous for all the lovers of outdoor sports in the 
winter time ; then, the branches of the evergreen trees droop and 
crackle under the weight of the snow, myriads of icicles sparkle in 
the rays from the low hanging sun, the cold north wind brings the 
red blood to the cheeks of the boys and girls, sleds flash by in rapid 
succession, and shouts of laughter arise when some unfortunate 
' ' Norske ' ' fails to round a corner and lands in a heap at the snow- 
banked side of the trail. But Fats and Red viewed an entirely dif- 

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ferent scene. It was a pleasant afternoon. The sun had slanted 
down towards the western hilltops and had seemingly paused, as if 
reluctant to take the final plunge behind the distant horizon. The 
fir trees were motionless, as though they were taking an afternoon 
siesta. Even the birds were silent. The path wandered through 
clumps of fir trees, where the interlacing branches above cast a pre- 
matui'e evening darkness over the ground; out into pretty glens, 
dotted here and there by white-barked birch and freshened by small 
bine and yellow flowers. Down a steep embankment, over a round- 
ed hummock, and around rugged rock walls, the pathway led the 
two travelers. They could have walked on for hours enjoying the 
beauty and quietness of this mountain trail — but it's a long road 
that has no end. They soon arrived at Midstuen and took a Christ- 
iania-bonnd car. 

The Continental is just opposite the National Theater, one block 
from Kar] Johan's Gade. At this time. Red was more interested in 
the hotel than in the most famous theater in Norway. He lost no 
time in procuring a table for two in one corner of the grill, where 
he could observe without being observed. After eating on bare 
tables, with thick, sea-going mess gear, and after listening to the 
disputes between nine noisy messmates, Red conld appreciate the 
white table linen, the thin chinaware, the shining knives and forks, 
and the quiet surroundings. 

Before the waiter appeared. Red caught sight of Frank Morris, 
who had just entered the grill. 

"Frank, come over here." 

''Well, well, if it isn't Red. AVhat have yon been doing with 
yourself this afternoon?" 

"Just knocking around the place a little. Sit down and join 
the party. Fats, allow me to present my wife." 

"Your wife?" 

"Oli. it's only a slang term for room-mate. Waiter, waiter. 
Come here. Bring orders for two — no, three. Vorstaar de?" 

"Yes. T understand English." 

"Good. Now we can get what we want, and not make a wild 
guess. For a starter, bring some Bouillon; then, a course of broiled 
salmon, and as to the rest, we'll let you know later. And, waiter — 

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"Yes?" 

"Bring a flask of the best and oldest wine you have, Rhenish 
preferred. Fats, I don 't drink ordinarily, but I want to be able to 
say, when I get home, that I have tasted wine, real wine from the 
vineyards of Germany. No matter if the dusty, ragged label was 
' fixed ' and recently pasted on ; no matter if the liquor never came 
from the Rhine valley, I can still talk about how I drank old Rhen- 
ish wine and awaken the envy of the postoffice prophets at home." 

Fats smiled at Red's amusing egotism, but promised to join him 
in a toast for Norway. The long walk had made Red as hungry as 
a bear after hibernation, so that he did full justice to the food. He 
was greatly interested when the waiter carried in a tray filled with 
cracked ice, on which rested a dark flask, with a ragged, dirty label 
with the date 1880, and artistically draped with cobwebs. Three 
dainty glasses were filled with the clear, red liquor. 

"Now, my friends," said Fats, "you must join me in a toast to 
America, your native land ; may she ever grow and prosper as the 
years pass by." 

Three glasses clinked and they drank to the prosperity of the 
States, with wine. A wet toast for a dry land. 

"It is our turn, now," Red suggested. "Let us all wish a happy 
future for Norway, and a long reign for her king. What ho ! " 

And again the glasses were raised in the air. 

"There is one custom peculiar to Norway, and that is the good, 
old habit of drinking to each other's health. Long years ago, the 
sea rovers would hoist their drinking horns, filled with frothing 
beer, and with a hearty skoal, drink it to 'the last drop. Let us do 
likewise. Now, altogether, skoal!" 

The cups, empty at last, were replaced on the table. Red, look- 
ing at Fats more closely, found him to bear all the marks of a gen- 
tleman. At last he asked: "You will pardon me, I hope, for my 
abruptness in making your acquaintance this afternoon. May I 
apologize, and at the same time ask your real name?" 

"Most certainly, I pardon you. And as to my name, here is 
my card, Mr. Dugan and Mr. Morris. I hope that I can be of 
service to you before you leave Christiania, and I am sure that I 
should enjoy the chance." 

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Red picked up the small, rectangular card, read it, and — felt 
as cheap as a one ore piece, which, as you will remember, is one- 
sixth of a cent. Here is what he read : 

Count Olav Varetsen, 
Minister of Foreign Affairs. 

The routine on board a navy vessel in port is naturally not as 
exacting as at sea. Except those who are actually on watch, the 
men have the afternoons almost entirely at their disposal. The fol- 
lowing list gives an idea of what is done, but it must be remem- 
bered that specific tasks are cared for by different sections which 
liave, therefore, plenty of spare time : 

A. M. 4:00 Call ship's cooks of the watch. 

4 :30 Fires started in running steamer. 

4:45 Call masters-at-arms, boatswain's mates, buglers 

and hammock stowers. 
5:00 Reveille. Call all hands. 

5 :15 Masters-at-arms report decks clear of hammocks. 
5 :20 Pipe sweepers and sweep down decks. 

5 :30 Turn to. Out smoking lamp. Stow ditty boxes. 

Clear lower decks. Scrub clothes. 
6 :00 Knock off scrubbing and trice up clotheslines. 

Hoist ash. 
7 :00 Up all hammocks. All men turn out. 

7 :15 Mess gear. Mess attendants get knives, forks, etc. 
8 :00 Colors. 

8 :15 Turn to. 
8 :30 Sick call. 

9:10 Officers' call. Divisions fall in for muster. 

9 :15 Quarters for inspection and muster. Physical 

drill. 
11:30 Retreat from drill. (Instruction for Midship- 
men.) 
M. 12:00 Dinner. 

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P. M. 12 :00 1 :00 Band concert. 

1 :00 Turn to. Pipe down wash clothes, if dry. 
1 :30 Drill call. 

2:30 Retreat from drill (Instruction for Midshipmen.) 
4 :00 Knock off work. 
6 :00 Supper. 
7 :30 Hammocks. 

9 :00 Tattoo. Pipe down. Silence. Set the first anchor 
watch. This doesn't mean an Ingersoll, Alger- 
non. 
9 :05 Taps. 

All midshipmen were obliged to attend school from 1 :00 p. m. 
until 2 :30 before going on liberty. Three sections out of four were 
given permission to go ashore. Liberty was up on the dock for the 
third class at 10 o'clock, the second class, at 10:30, and the first 
class, at 11 :00, except on Saturdays and Sundays, when it was ex- 
tended one hour for all classes. 

The second squad was notified, on Saturday afternoon, the day 
after the arrival, to report to Mr. Wilson for instruction in navi- 
gation. In order to get the position of the ship in the middle of the 
ocean, it is necessary that the time be known with great accuracy. 
Whenever possible, the ship's chronometer, or timekeeper, is cor- 
rected by comparison with a standard ashore either by wireless sig- 
nal or by visual means. It was possible, in the harbor of Christ- 
iania, to adopt the latter method, for there was a time ball suspend- 
ed from the spire on the observatory. The time when this ball 
dropped was observed on the ship's chronometer, and the differ- 
ence between the correct time and the reading gave the error. Red 
found the study of navigation to be very interesting. He was en- 
abled to get a clearer conception of the earth and its motion in re- 
lation to the heavenly bodies. For the first time, he realized that 
he was, in reality, living on a huge gyroscope whirling through 
space, and he began to apply the principles he had learned in con- 
nection with the gyro compass to the earth itself. The same laws, 
he discovered to his own satisfaction, were applicable in both cases, 

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A new principle for the education of the intelligence began to take 
shape in his mind. He saw at last that it is only by mastering the 
more complex by a comparison with simple truths, and then by using 
this complex truth, now familiar, to go on and explain still more 
difficult propositions, that the intelligence can be strengthened. 
Thus, navigation helped Red by showing him the means to obtain 
a general education. But it did more than this. It helped also to 
cultivate in him that attention to detail that promotes accuracy and 
clearness. A navigator must know the position of his ship within 
three or four miles in order to be reasonably safe. If he ever adds 
two and two and gets five, or trusts to luck, he will sooner or later 
run his ship up on land. Red began to long for the time when he 
himself might take a ship from her berth and guide her across the 
waters of the ocean into foreign ports. 

When five bells struck, school was dismissed and the liberty 
party prepared to go ashore. Red Dugan was obliged to remain on 
board ship, because he happened to be on the duty section. But he 
was quickly consoled when he saw the motor sailer bringing back a 
cargo of visitors. He stationed himself near the gangplank and 
waited until lie saw two pretty Norwegian girls come aboard. He 
showed a great deal of taste in his selection and lost no time in 
"staking a claim" against the crowd of volunteer guides around 
him. 

"Are you looking for someone to take you about the ship? Can 
you speak English?" 

The girl wearing a middy blouse smiled and replied: "A leetle, 
I spik it. Yes. we would like a guide. Can you show us the sheep ?" 

"Oh, boy, but can't I! Stand aside, Flaherty, and lemme 
through. Right this way. Miss — er — beg your pardon, but what's 
your name?" 

"Miss Hjordis, and my friend's name ees Miss Laenge. You 
are — " 

"James Philip Albert Dugan, popularly known as Red. Now, 
you just follow me. First, I want to show you the galley — that is, 
the kitchen, where the food is cooked for our meals. I am well 
acquainted with the galley ; in fact, I go up to inspect it every day. 

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There it is, hidden behind those tin pans. You see how clean it is ? 
Always that way, because the men eat so much that it's always 
cleaned out. Will you taste a piece of pumpkin pie ? ' ' 

"A piece of — what did you say?" 

"Pie. Do you mean to tell me you never heard of pie? Say, 
but \ ou sure are unlucky. Try a slice of this. ' ' 

Red gave each of the girls a big helping, politely Avaiting on 
himself last, perhaps in order to secure the entire remainder. The 
visitors were greatly interested and asserted that they liked the pie 
very much. Pie is practically unknown in Norway ; even the 
largest hotels fail to include it in the menu. 

The party visited all parts of the ship and Red patiently ex- 
plained the why and the wherefore of all the machinery they saw. 
The girls appreciated his attention and when they were at last 
obliged to lay off and take the last boat ashore for visitors, at five 
o'clock, they invited him to a dinner party at Dronningen. Red 
lost no time in accepting, and, in return, requested the pleasure of 
their company at a dance to be given on the quarterdeck of the 
South Carolina the next Friday evening. Both the girls were eager 
to come. When his guests disappeared in the motor sailer, Red 
leaned on the life-line, slowly smoked a cigarette, and mused over 
the incidents of the afternoon. He went below, feeling contented, 
even though he did not go ashore that day. 

Of course, he was in the first liberty boat that shoved off from 
the ship the next afternoon. When he disembarked, he noticed a 
peculiar trait of the Norwegians — that of child-like curiosity. 
They were standing in great numbers about the dock, staring at 
the marines, sailors, midshipmen and officers. There were no 
negroes in Christiania before the arrival of the fleet, and so quite 
a few of the credulous were willing to believe the "mokes" when 
the latter claimed they were American Indians. The Christianians 
also believed the Philippinos were Japanese, and expressed wonder 
that the Americans, who were thought to be on unfriendly terms 
with the little yellow men, should allow them to enter the Navy. 
This, perhaps, explains why there was always a crowd congregated 
around the docks; the policemen had to open a gangway for the 

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liberty party, on account of the great number of onlookers. A 
Socialist newspaper — Bolshevik — elaimed that these people had 
eome down to see the "Drunken Americans fall into the boats to 
go back to their ships." This remark was probably prompted by 
the desire to be thought radical and patriotic. The conduct of our 
men was, on the whole, excellent and when they at last shoved off 
for Lisbon, the Northlanders were sorry to see them depart. 

Red and Frank joined each other on the dock and both went on 
to the place of meeting, in front of the Grand Hotel. The two 
girls were waiting, for a wonder. Red gave an exclamation of sur- 
prise and pleasure when he saw them ; even Prank, although he 
could not forget the 0. A. 0. back home, was forced to admit that 
the two were "Queens." Why attempt to describe how pretty they 
were ! Let the reader use his imagination. 

A long afternoon was before them, so they decided to go to 
Bygdo and enjoy a long walk through the delightful countryside. 
They took a small ferry at Framnaes, the place for debarkation 
from the ships, and went on to Dronningen. where the Royal Yacht 
Club had its headquarters. 

Bygdo is a very pretty natural park, and Christiania is indeed 
fortunate in possessing such a place so near the city. Many boys 
and girls were on an outing that afternoon, and, when they saw 
the midshipmen, they also stopped to stare. Red spoke to one 
young fellow, who knew a little English and asked him: "Would 
you mind telling me something? It has been a mystery to me all 
along. If you can clear it up, I'll soon spoon on you for sure." 

"What do you weesh to know?" 

"Why do the people here breathe through their mouths?" 

Red waited. A deep silence followed. One could almost see 
that question work into the boy's brain, its insidious tentacles curl 
about his wits and slowly stifle his reason. His face assumed at 
first a curious expression that rapidly wilted away into a look of 
blank astonishment. When Red and his friends went away, he was 
still standing in the middle of the road, his head bent forward in 
thought, struggling with that devilish question. 

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Bygdo is full of historic interest. At the Royal Manor, where 
King Haakon and Queen Maud have their summer residence, the 
last king of the old Norwegian line held his court six hundred years 
ago. Many memorials of later Norwegian history are scattered 
about in the forest. King Oscar used to dwell at the Villa Victoria 
during the last years of his connection with Norway ; he used to 
sit by the shore on bright summer evenings and watch, across huge 
mugs of frothing Norwegian beer, the red disc of the sun descend 
behind the Asker Hills*. 

The girls led Frank and his companion to the Folk Museum at 
Bygdo, where there is a highly interesting collection of ancient 
houses, clothes, furniture, and other articles illustrating the life 
and habits of the people of Norway during past ages. The rooms 
were made up to represent the interior of the old shacks that the 
Northmen used to frequent. One chamber contained a very inter- 
esting relic ; it was a flat piece of wood, smoothed on the surface, 
and with the mysterious title "Til Trygvansoiden " painted in red, 
straggling letters upon it. The discoverer, Hans Schnedermann, 
swore that the Vikings maintained a ferry service between the 
peninsula and the mainland, and that this sign was hung on the 
bow of the boat. Several eminent scientists have expressed their 
opinion on tbe subject and have spoken to Herr Schnedermann 
personally. They found him to be an honest, upright sailor, fairly 
sober when he is not totally under the influence of liquor, hence 
they decided there was no reason for disbelieving his statement. 

The next place of interest in Bygdo was Oscarshal. It is a 
charming castle on a hillside, overlooking the fjord. It was con- 
structed by Oscar I, from designs by the famous architect Nebelong 
on the king's money bags, about the year 1850. The main build- 
comprises three stories and a battlement tower, from which one 
can obtain a lovely view of the fjord. Near the shore is a dwelling 
house for servants. The present king has had great difficulty in 
keeping this latter place from becoming a rendezvous for police- 
men, but he solved the problem by employing men servants ex- 
clusively. This pretty little castle contains a number of precious 
works of art; Michelson's zinc castings of ancient Norwegian kings, 

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a freeze with medallions by Boreh, Glide's paintings of Sogne J. 
Fjord, landscapes by Friele, and perhaps most famous of all Tilde- 
mand's cycle of scenes from Norway's present life — the last two in 
the dining hall. Red requested to be allowed to see the skeletons in 
the closet, whereupon the waiter led him behind a Japanese screen 
and offered him a glass of Haig & Haig. 

Osearshal originally belonged to the House of Bernadotte, 
but in 1863 was transferred to the Norwegian state by Karl XV 
for the sum of £16,000. A great timber exporter, Bernt Aker, who 
owned 102 sawmills and 200 match factories, distinguished him- 
self by his great benevolence ; among other things, he had presented 
his fine residence, the Palaet, to the royal family. The king, see- 
ing a chance for a good business deal, sold the Palaet and bought 
Osearshal. Bernt Aker was somewhat put out by this, but he 
promptly raised the price of his safety matches two ores per box. 

The castle of Osearshal, from the fjord, resembles a gleaming 
white pearl set in the midst of an emerald field. ( This is not copied 
from Cook's pamphlets of Baedeker's Guide to Europe; should the 
reader stop over in Christiania, he can verify the truth of this 
statement.) 

Our party then decided to go down to Dronningen for dinner, 
as they had planned, where there is a most popular restaurant 
They crossed a board walk bridge, near which were moored a great 
number of the sail boats Red admired so much. On the way over, 
they stopped for a moment and watched a yacht owner swab down 
the deck of his craft with a mop. Red shuddered at the familiar 
sight and urged his companions to pass on. 

It is an interesting fact that the people of Norway like fish 
much more than meat. It is, however, to be expected, for fishing 
constitutes one of the main industries of that country. In winter, 
when it is too cold to fish, they eat meat. When Red asked his 
fair friend which she would have, she replied without the slightest 
hesitation: "Fiske!" Red was in favor of the other, but he com- 
plied with her wishes, and ordered a can of sardines. Soon the 
conversation became animated. An orchestra began playing softly 
in the distance. It was so good to sit there and rest to contemplate 

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the open waters of the fjord with its gay burden of sailing clippers, 
to allow dull care to slip away, and drink in the beauty of the hour, 
that Red completely forgot the ship and his next morning's work. 

"Ah, kjaereste," he said to the girl opposite him, "how I 
should like to remain here and see more of this delightful country ! 
Do you know, I asked, one day, if there was a chance to form an 
organized sightseeing trip to Bergen. Mr. Bawdy replied that it 
was the wrong season of the year. Mr. Bawdy? Oh, he is the 
wearer of the aiguillettes, he is a very wise man. He told us that 
the impression we made upon these European countries would re- 
main long after we are gone. I think we have all decided to leave 
the right impression, so that, in years to come, there will be a link 
between these nations and our own country, a bond of friendship 
that will be hard to break." 

The girl's blue eyes smiled into his own, and he knew that he, 
at least, had found another friend to add to his list. He mentally 
resolved to make a fresh addition to his address index file. Some 
people delight in making a collection of old stamps, coins, antiques, 
pottery, and breaths, but Red's favorite amusement was keeping a 
card index file of correspondents and he used every means in his 
power to add one or more names in each port. 

Frank called him at last and notified him that it was high time 
to get back to the ship. They said good night to the two girls and 
ran down to the dock just in time to catch the last ferry boat back to 
Framnaes. Thus ended one more pleasant afternoon of the two 
\weeks spent in Norway. 

The next expedition of our two friends was arranged so as to 
include a trip to the old castle of Arkershus. Almost the first build- 
ing the traveler sees when his ship drops the anchor in the harbor 
of Christiania is Akershus, since it is situated on a precipitous rock 
overlooking the harbor and the fjord. All sorts of guesses were 
made by the Americans as to the nature of this castle ; some believed 
at to be the remnants of a monastery that was erected there before 
the Protestants dropped in on the Northmen, others claimed it was 
:a fort to be used for the protection of the city, a few midshipmen 
asserted that it was the Norwegian West Point, and some even had 
the temerity to call it a brewery. 

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Three hundred years ago, before the city itself was founded, 
when Oslo on the other side of Bjorviken was still the capital of 
Norway, the first building on the site known to history was erected. 
The last male member of the Harald dynasty, Haakon V, decided 
that his little town needed adequate defence against the influx of 
Jewish pawnbrokers, so he built a medieval fort with an outer and 
an inner court-yards, fortified barbicans — each with its portcullis 
and other defenses — and a great main tower, " Vaagehalsen" 
(literally, bird roost) on the summit of the hill separating the outer 
from the inner court. An assault was made on the place about the 
year 1300. the enemy was repulsed without great difficulty, but the 
place was ruined as far as habitation was concerned. 

When gunpowder was introduced into Norway, the change in 
the method of warfare influenced the construction of the fortifica- 
tions. The medieval character of the castle disappeared and by de- 
grees was supplanted by earth works. Lofty towers became rather 
good targets, so the Vaagehalsen was allowed to fall into ruins. 

The ancient fortress has stood there on the promontory for many 
a long year keeping guard over the city and defending it from its 
enemies. The fortress \\<is never captured throughout a long period 
of petty struggles commenced with an assault in 1304 and concluded 
by the repulse of Karl XII (he Isaac Abrisen) in 1718. Its services 
are now at an end. and just as the old fortress used to watch over 
the people in earlier times, so are the latter determined to restore 
the fortress to a condition worthy of its historic past; even down to 
the deserted pigeon's nest in the left hand corner of gate No. 3. 

There was an athletic meet in which the three countries of Nor- 
way, Denmark and Sweden were represented by their respective 
champions. The colleges participating invited the Americans to enter 
the contest as a single college, the championship to go to the team 
having the most numbers at the close of the contest. 

Midshipman Hogan was general manager, under Lieut. Comdr. 
Cochran of the South C, and selected men who gave Scandinavians 
quite a surprise. In the international track meet, Eddy Curtis won 
first place in the 400 and 800 meter races, approaching the Scandi- 
navian record by two-fifths of a second, thereby winning the privil- 

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ege of having his name inscribed on a large silver cup, which, to be 
kept, must be won three successive years by the same person or col- 
lege. Clapp won the discus throw, with fifteen feet to spare on his 
nearest opponent. McLane won second at the polevault. Pullen 
and Opie were second in the high jump, and Lieut. Comdr. 
LeBourgeois pulled down third in the hammer heaving contest. 

Sunday evening, a midshipman scratch crew, composed of Drex- 
ler, Higgins, Leavitt, Browning, Moss, Howland, Kembal, stroke, 
and Guinn, coxswain, rowed the practised Christiania crew and 
beat them eaisly. They upheld the Navy traditions on the water, 
and the boys were proud of their achievement, as, indeed, they were 
at the final outcome — Navy first, both individually and collectively. 

The mids had bad luck at soccer, for they were trimmed 10-0. 
The Norse play soccer as much as Americans do basball, and are ex- 
perts in wielding a wicked foot. This defeat, however, was swallow- 
ed up in Navy's ultimate victory. 

On Monday morning, Red and Frank received neat little en- 
velopes postmarked Christiania and dated the day before. The let- 
ters contained an invitation from the British Embassy to attend a 
ball given there in honor of Queen Maud, and also a little note 
from the Minister of Foreign Affairs H. Varetsen, who was influen- 
tial in securing for them this privilege. 

The Queen's favorite dancer, who was a lawyer during his spare 
time, had been present at the Grand Hotel on the 4th of July and 
had heard the midshipman Jazz Band playing in the Palm Garden 
on this occasion. The lawyer, Hen Skoff. was highly pleased at the 
selections rendered by the Syncopation Sharks, and hurried away 
to tell the queen that he knew how to add novelty to a Royal Ball. 
The queen expressed the desire to Admiral Hughes that she would 
be greatly interested in hearing the midshipmen play and that it 
would be a pleasure for her if they could attend a ball at the British 
Embassy. No sooner said than done. Admiral Hughes requested 
the Jazz Band to conduct the music at the dance on Wednesday 
night. About twenty other midshipmen, excluding the band, were 
invited, and Red and Frank happened to be of the lucky number. 

The boys disembarked at Framnaes, and were bundled into taxis, 
which were waiting to take them to the Legation. They were there 

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long before the scheduled time of 8 o'clock in the evening. At the 
top of the steps, a dignified-looking gentleman, in full evening dress, 
with ribbons and medals to spare, stood waiting. Monzingo thought 
lie was the butler, and started to give him a ukulele case, but he was 
prevented by Joe Watters. 

"You wooden headed goof. Watch your step. That's Lord 
Pinlay, who is acting as host." 

Monzingo : ' ' O-o-o-o-o-h ! ' ' 

Lord Pinlay bowed, smiled, and said, in the peculiar British 
drawl: "This way, gentel-menn," and led them to the salon. Mrs. 
Gray secured the use of the British Legation, and she is to be great- 
ly thanked for it whs certainly a beautiful place. The edifice w T as 
surrounded by a pretty garden, lighted by a multitude of brilliant 
lamps. In every little sheltered garden spot, there was a tiny table, 
loaded with good things to eat and drink. An interested party 
counted, and no doubt sampled, twenty variety of cakes, ten shades 
of wine, four kinds of punch, and four kinds of ice cream. This, 
however, was only accessible during the intermissions. 

The Jazz Band was stationed at one end of the ballroom. At 
ten o'clock, all talking ceased, the king and queen were entering. 
The gentlemen all bowed, the Navy men stood at attention, and the 
girls courtesied. The king was a tall, well built man; he spooned 
on the midshipmen and spoke excellent English. The queen was 
rather thin; her personality was centered in her eyes, which moved 
restlessly and burned with a never-ceasing fire.. 

The hours passed swiftly. Ordinarily, the ball is not concluded 
until the royal guests depart, but that evening, Pete Frost threw 
his drumsticks in the air for the six hundredth time, then informed 
the British Embassador that the American squadron left at five 
o'clock in the morning. King Haakon and Queen Maud, there- 
fore, left at four o'clock. The Jazz Band got back to the ships in 
the "nicotine," as Red remarked, just as the siren for hoisting 
anchor shrilled out over the fjord. The lower handling rooms were 
crowded until noon the next day with sleeping musicians, when they 
awoke, the coast of Norway was dropping astern in the hazy dis- 
tance. 

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CHAPTER IV. 

With The Squadron In Lisbon. 

"The scuttlebut popped at a hundred and three, 
On the ice machine they made their tea, 
The boiler walked off and jumped in the sea, 
In the armored cruiser squadron. ' ' 

Red Dugan was humming this little ditty when he saw his 
friend, Frank Morris, start forward to get a drink. He chuckled. 
"Hi, there, Frank, d'you hear the dope?" 

"No, what is it now?" 

"The port scuttlebutt is on the bum. You, couldn't get any 
water out of it with a charge of blasting powder; anyway, the 
water wasn't fit to drink — it was too hot. And the starboard 
scuttlebutt never has worked. You're out of luck to-day. You 
might stick a straw out of a porthole and get a mouthful of the 
briny, but that's hot, too." 

' ' Red, do you expect it to be as cool here as it was in Norway ? 
If so, you're on the wrong tack. The last time Lisbon had a snow- 
fall was in 1836. In summertime the maximum heat in July and 
August reaches 135° Fahrenheit. As a winter resort, this place is 
all right, for it is dry and cool ; but as a summer resort — personal- 
ly, I would prefer the fireroom on the South C. But all this doesn't 
help me to get a drink." 

' ' Sh-h ! If you '11 keep this a secret, I '11 take you where you can 
get some ice-cold lemonade." 

"Red, for a glass of ice-cold lemonade, I would even go as far 
as keeping one of your secrets." 

"Well, you know Caesar, don't you? He's got a stateroom back 
in the Warrant Officer 's country where there is running water from 
one of the reserve water tanks. He has a supply of lemons, some 
sugar, and I know where to get some ice. Follow me, maty, and I '11 
lead you to the drinks." 

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They went aft, past the compartment C-104 and crossed over to 
the starboard side. Red halted before a closed door, and gave two 
rapid knocks and a third knock after a second of waiting. The 
latch clicked and the door opened from the inside. A sleepy-eyed 
midshipman, wearing shell-rimmed glasses, peered vacantly at 
them. 

"What '11 you have?" 

"Aren't yon going to invite us in?" countered Red. 

"Oh, sure, that's understood. But look at this sign on the 
mirror, and Caesar pointed to a small card bearing this notice: 
Lucky Bag Office. Any information regarding the cruise will be 
appreciated. Please keep out during business hours except when 
doing Lucky Hag work." 

"We're here on business. We want some lemonade, and you've 
got the makin's. Bust 'em out, and let's have a party," Red re- 
plied, after a scrutiny of the card. 

"You will be obliged to make it. I'm too busy." 

"What are you doin' now?" 

"Just translating a Norwegian letter. I received one just before* 
we left, from a petite enfant, and I can't make out whether she's* 
conferring a compliment or slinging a brick. Lock the door and 
make your lemonade." 

While the boys were cutting up the lemons, and training the 
electric fan on the pitcher of water, to enable the latter to cool by 
evaporation, they exchanged ideas as to what kind of a city Lisbon 
really is. 

"I want to get a good look at the people !" Red exclaimed. They 
are the makers of a city — not the cathedrals, museums, theatres, 
and other buildings. For instance, I should like to get a close-up 
at the Spanish type of beauty — " 

"Oh, pipe down, Red. Give us a rest. You're always thinking- 
about the girls. The people may make a city, but the buildings and 
edifices are the city. Of couse, the people are interesting, but so are 
the structures they have built. Lisbon is a very old place. If 
legends are to be believed, it was founded by the Phoenicians. Its 
very name was derived from the Moorish Lissabuna, which in turn 

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came from the Phoenician Alisiibbo, meaning a charming bay of the 
sea. And, being a very old place, it certainly will contain many 
places of historic interest and many beautiful buildings. ' ' 

"Frank, you take the houses, and so forth, and I'l take the peo- 
ple. What d 'you say?" 

"No, I'll take both. So will you, when you get ashore." 
At this moment, someone knocked loudly on the door, and shout- 
ed : " Topside, everybody, the Connecticut has turned left ninety 
degrees and we're headed for the mouth of the Tagus." 

By this time, they had finished drinking and ran topside to the 
foc'sle. 

The ships seemed to be heading directly towards the land, as if 
dooming themselves to pile up on the rocks. Small fishing vessels 
with peculiar triangular sails huddled close inshore. It was about 
ten o 'clock in the morning, the sky was cloudless, and there was no 
breeze — not even from seaward. 

Suddenly the broad mouth of the 
Tagus, or Rio Tejo, as the Portuguese 
call it, became visible. The usual light- 
houses at the entrance showed the chan- 
nel way, and soon the ships were steam- 
ing between the banks. From the decks 
of the ships, the country seemed to be 
very bare, with the light brown soil 
sweeping away over the hills even to the 
horizon. Here and there, near the 
water's edge, several white walled houses 
and charming villas appeared in the 
midst of small clusters of trees. 

A half hour before the ships an- 
chored, the Michigan swung out the two 
forward boat cranes with motor sailers 
suspended from them. This called forth 
a remark from Red. "Those fellows 
must be in a hurry to get ashore. By the 
way, I rate liberty this afternoon, and 

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PORTUGUESE FISHING CRAFT 




I think I'll take it. Here in Lisbon, we get liberty only on every 
other day, instead of three days out of four, as in Christiania. Look 
at that castle out there. I wonder what it is called. I'm going to 
go out there." 

The Chaplain, Mr. Janeway, overheard Red and stopped. He 
was carrying a small, red leather-bound Baedeker guide book, and 
evidently had identified the castle. 

"That is Belem Tower, which, as you see. is most prominent to 
ships entering the river. Don Manuel built it away back in 1495 to 
defend the city from attacks by pirates. I recommend it to voub 
attention as being a very interesting place, and pretty, too. You 
will find that the most interesting places in Lisbon are out of it. At 
any rate, Baedeker hints that this is so." 

"Thank you, chaplain. By the way, does Baedeker have any- 
thing to say about an up-to-date Monte Carlo ? Now, Mr. Ickes has 
been here before and he told us — " 

At this point Frank, being unobserved, kicked Red in the shins, 
and the latter, realizing he was making a faux pas, stopped short, 
Mr. Janeway smiled and replied: "Oh, certainly. There's the 
Baedeker if you wish to look at it. But you don't intend to lose 
your money, do you ? ' ' 

"No, sir. But I should like to see one of these famous gambling 
resorts just for curiosity's sake." 

"Curiosity is a bad guide, Mr. Dugan." 

Contrary to expectations, the uniform for that first liberty was 
blue service. Red dressed as soon as possible, loaded his camera 
with a roll of films, and lay aft on the quarter-deck where the 
liberty party was falling in. The officer of the deck, Mr. Mullin, 
was walking back and forth, occasionally lifting his binoculars to 
take a look at the distant city. Suddenly he stopped and gave the 
eagerly expected command : 

"Liberty party, left, face! Forward, march!" 

The boys saluted the flag, which was hanging limply on the staff 
as if disgusted at this hot climate, as they went over the side. 

"Mr. Doogan, is that a collar you're wearin'?" demanded the 
0. 0. D. 

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"Yes, sir." 

"It looks like a cuff to me. Mr. Morris, have you got a white 
shirt on?" 

' ' I have not, sir. ' ' 

"Then don't take your blouse off in a hotel. Bear a hand and 
get in the boat. Hear this, midshipmen, liberty for the third and 
fourth classes is up at eight on the dock, for the second class, nine, 
and for the first class, ten o'clock in the evenin'. Coxs'n, shove 
off." 

On the way to the dock, the party passed the Portuguese Navy, 
consisting of thirteen ships, some of which were converted German 
destroyers, others, gunboats, and the flagship, an armored cruiser. 
One destroyer had lines over the stern, which Red thought at first 
were for fishing purposes, but which he later discovered were tied 
to bottles of Mane, cooling in the waters of the harbor. 

The landing place was on the right-hand side of a huge open 
square, Praca da Commercio, or Black Horse Square. Red was 
obliged to double time with the others until he was clear of the 
dock, after which he slowed down to a walk. He took a long look 
at the surroundings and remarked, " Frank, d'you know, I wish 
we had come here first — then I would have appreciated Christiania 
■more than this place. ' ' 

A small, brown-skinned boy, wearing tattered shirt and trousers, 
ran up and began jabbering and holding out his hand. His black 
•eyes were fixed on Red Dugan's camera, probably because he 
thought it was a purse. Then a little, barefoot girl attacked Frank 
Morris ; she was very pretty, in spite of the dirt on her face. Her 
'hair was long and black and fell over her shoulders in glossy waves ; 
Tier eyes were full of fire, her lips, rounded and tender, her chin, 
full and dimpled. She was free from any shyness, but her manner 
-was that of innocent youth. She was just a little flower in the 
midst of a pile of garbage. Frank could not resist a beggar like 
this, so he gave her an escudo — a piece of money worth about one 
"bit in America. Immediately twenty small fry, who had caught 
sight of the coin, descended on the two midshipmen and confronted 
them with a wall of outstretched hands. An old, white-bearded, 

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decrepit beggar, with a sign suspended on his breast, advertising 
the fact that he was a licensed parasite, hobbled up and held out 
his hat. " This is the straw that broke the camel's back," mur- 
mured Frank. Red extracted a roll of two hundred Russian roubles, 
which had cost him thirty cents in Norway, and distributed bills 
right and left. He left a trail of worthless paper money from the* 
dock to tbe Y. M. C. A. tent in one corner of Black Horse Square. 

The Red Triangle is a familiar sight to the American sailor. In 
almost all the large ports of Europe and in every important port 
in North America, he is cheered by the sign of the Red Triangle, 
and directs his footsteps towards it for information and guidance. 
Anything that reminds him of home and bears with it a feeling of 
familiarity and friendship, is thrice welcome to him, especially 
when he is in a foreign country. The Y. M. C. A. was represented 
in Black Horse Square by a khaki tent, square with sidewalls. 
Almost the first person Frank Morris met was Jerry Olmsted, sit- 
ting in a camp chair, and endeavoring to chase away the oppressive 
heat with a glass of cold lemonade. 

"Why, hello, Jerry; haven't seen you for a coon's age. How 
are you, anyway ? ' ' 

"Just fine, Frank. But I've been getting fat since the cruise 
started — too much chow and too little work." 

Nonsense, Jerry, you've been working harder than any of us, I'll 
bet any money. What do you think of our new port ?" 

"Looks like a wild place. Now, hear me, you'd better behave, 
Frank." 

"Don't worry, Jerry, I will!" 

Just as Frank turned to leave, he caught sight of another friend 
from the Kansas. 

"If it isn't Tommy Burke! The wild Irishman himself. I 
thought I would never see you again after that supper in the Ekke- 
berg biergarten. Chief, how goes the world?" 

"Sure, an' the same as ever. But, me boy. I have hopes that it 
will be goin' a trifle faster before this evening." Chief Burke smiled 
in his own inimitable fashion, adding that little quirk of the lips 
that always added a touch of good humor to anything he said. 

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' ' Not that I intend sampling too much of this Portuguese wine ; 1 
mean that I 'm going to do a lot of sightseeing. Are you bound for 
any place in particular?" 

"Yes, Belem Castle, and the Cathedral of San Jeronymo. Can't 
you join us?" 

' ' Glad to. Let 's start now. ' ' 

But before they traversed the Praca, they stopped to admire 
the huge bronze statue, from which the square takes its name. The 
great figure of King Jose I, who did so much to relieve the misery 
caused by the earthquake of 1755, clad in armor, with a plumed 
helmet on its head and a sword by its side, sits on a noble horse and 
looks out across the Tagus River, majestically ignoring the swarm 
of common people at its feet, and the curious travelers who stop 
for a moment, admire and wonder a little, then pass on and forget. 

Red and his party passed on, but they kept with them a record 
that would prevent them from forgetting — a kodak picture. Time 
is necessarily a destroyer of memories ; it is a dark road, along 
which our consciousness, a brilliant source of light, travels. Near 
the light, the road is illuminated, but it grows fainter and fainter 
as its beams shine back on the path over which it has wandered. 
The snapshot is a lens, which concentrates those wandering beams 
and sends them, in a blazing pencil, to make clear the scenes gone 
by. Life is recorded by it with far more accuracy and with far 
more pleasure to the observer, than by a monument of stone. Red 
did not go about taking pictures with wild abandon, but chose that 
subject which he thought was worthy of remembrance. 

In the rear of the Praca, a great archway stretched above the 
Rua Augusta. Its beauty was in its massiveness, and its attraction 
in its simplicity. In its cool shadow, cast over the cobblestone pave- 
ment, the children of the street played, the old women crouched 
against the pillars of stone and watched over their oranges and 
bananas, apples and pears, and a traveling pedlar, having wheeled 
his cart against the curbing, sold his cheap jewelry. Chief Burke 
halted and gazed for several minutes at the scene. Suddenly, a 
siren wailed and down the Rua Augusta dashed a luxurious limou- 
sine. The hood was polished till it shone like the surface of a pool 

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of black ink, the wheels were free from the least appearance of dusfc; 
the tires were white and new, and the motor hummed with the soft, 
purring sound that bespoke careful and skilled attention. The car 
was closed, and through the crystal panes, the half-drawn black 
velvet curtains, they saw, reclining in the rear seat, two high-caste 
Portuguese women, with white faces, carefully shielded from the 
sunlight, dark eyes, and proudly curved lips. The ragamuffins 
scattered right and left in the street like chaff before a whirlwind. 
Chief Burke stood still and watched the car as it went by. 

"Boys. T can see now why 
there are so many revolutions 
in Lisbon. When these poor 
ants look up and see the rich 
shoot by in automobiles pur- 
chased with money squeezed 
from tli peockets of the com- 
mon people, when they see all 
the beautiful buildings erected 
by their sweat and painful 
toil, it's no wonder they break 
out periodically with rifles 
and stilettoes and camp on the 
trail of the capitalists. If 
they would take this excess 
money and use it to improve 
the town and educate its in- 
habitants, it would be a great 
benefit." 

A Portuguese who could 
speak a little English directed 
them to take a car marked 
"Dafundo" to reach Belem 
Castle. The ride lasted twenty 
minutes and led them through 
the waterfront section of Lis- 

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bon, past the stockyards, the fishmarket, and several parks.. As 
they went along, they noticed various women, les femmes du 
peuple, walking along the sidewalk, and balancing baskets or flat 
boards on their heads. Once they saw a Portuguese peasant, who 
had just come into the city, driving an ox hitched to a heavy cart 
with solid wooden wheels ; it made a great deal of noise as it rumbled 
and clattered over the stony street. 

The conductor stopped the car and put them off near their desti- 
nation. They found themselves on a street corner facing a small 
park, in the center of which was a public water fountain. Streams 
of clear water poured, in a gentle arc, from the mouths of crouch- 
ing lions. A little Portuguese girl was filling a large, brown, earth- 
enware jug from one of the lions' heads. She wore a one-piece red 
dress made of coarse cloth, caught at the waist by a belt of folded 
blue cotton material. When she saw the Americans, she lifted the 
jug to her head and walked slowly over to where they were stand- 
ing, stopped, and gazed open-eyed at the strangers. She did not 
lower her glance in the slightest when Red waved at her. After she 
had satisfied her curiosity, she turned and paced slowly down the 
street, still juggling her precious jar of water. 

The boys followed her for several blocks, since she was going in 
the direction of the waterfront, where they hoped to find the castle. 
They walked through narrow streets of the waterfront section, lined 
on each side by dirty-walled houses, most of which were without 
window panes. Through every hole a native poked his head and 
stared at them. They hurried on, and soon reached a sandy road 
which wound through a barren field to the river's edge and the 
castle. 

As they approached this latter, they noticed the details of its 
construction. The lower half was a square block-like building, with 
vertical walls of white limestone, dotted at intervals by deep-set 
holes for windows. The corners were cut off and at each bend in the 
wall so made, there were small, round sentry boxes, each covered at 
the top and surmounted by a small stone cross. The tower itself 
was on the landward side; it was also square, without, however, 
having the corners lopped off. It was about a hundred feet high, 

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with a flat top, from which a good view of the river could he ob- 
tained. The castle was surrounded by a moat, filled at some former 
time by water, and even to-day when the tide comes iu. A gray uni- 
formed soldier guarded the entrance, hut he grounded his rifle on 
the approach of the party, and offered to conduct them — by signs, 
of course. He led them across an old, wooden drawbridge, which 
was hoisted and lowered by means of two heavy chains disappear- 
ing through small round holes above the arched portal, into a small 
chamber. This room was bare of furnishing, but in one corner 
there was a small, raised platform; it was easy to imagine a rack 
sitting over there in the corner, on which an unfortunate victim was 
being broken. Then the soldier guide took them down a dark, nar- 
row stairway, under a low stone arch, and into a half-lighted dun- 
geon. The sides of this dungeon were divided into stalls by blocks 
of stone, bearing iron rings to which the prisoners used to be 
chained. The broad stones of the pavement held also iron rings 
in the centers. The only light that entered this dismal place filtered 
through heavy gratings placed in an opening about a foot square in 
the ceiling of the dungeon. The guide admitted a little more sun- 
light by throwing open a wooden door in the back of one of the 
stalls. The aperture fronted the sea. The soldier, by gestures, in- 
dicated the operation of stabbing a doomed criminal, nicely wiping 
the blood from the imaginary sworn, and of throwing the body out 
this port, where the outgoing tide could wash it out to sea. 

He then led the three up into the tower. One room was evident- 
ly intended for the commander ; it was large, airy, and perhaps 
comfortable when furnished. There were two windows, of deeply 
stained glass, lending to that room the same dark, gloomy air that 
all the other chambers of this seemingly mysterious castle possessed. 
One pane of red glass threw a bright splotch of red light on the 
stones of the floor, and the observers, gripped by the surroundings 
and by the thought of the scenes of horror and cruelty that must 
have been enacted there, shuddered as they noted its striking simil- 
arity to a pool of blood. Just below this sanguine spot, a cross of 
bright sunlight, caused by an opening in the lower ledge of the 
window, glared in the semi-darkness. Chief Burke shivered, and 

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spoke in a low voice : ' ' Boys, look at that. The sign of the cross, the 
emblem of mercy and justice, below that stain of fresh blood, the 
evidence of cruelty and force. In morals, there is a deep religious 
sense existing at the same time and separately, though side by side, 
with an instinct tending towards treachery and vice, among the 
lower classes. And here we see it with our eyes, plainer than words 
can say it — the cross, and the bloodstain. Let's get out of here and 
get some fresh air." 

They went up on a winding 
stairway and came at last to 
the top of the square tower. 
To the right, as they faced the 
Tagus, they saw a modern 
fort, with its concrete bastions 
sheltering the rifles. The old 
style fort and the new style 
lay before their eyes. The 
stone walls of the castle w r ere m 

undoubtedly a strong defense 
against a crew of bloodthirsty H 




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J 



BELEM CASTLE 



pirates back in the seventeenth century, but they would crumble like 
paper before th concentrated fire of a single modern battleship. To 
withstand the latter, the earthworks of the modern bastions are 
necessary. To the right, Frank, Red, and Burke looked down the 



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sandy "bank of the Tagus, on which some fishing vessels had been 
hauled up to dry. Farther up the river they could see the five 
American battleships, like gray sea monsters, swinging deliberately 
with the current. They were proud of their ships at that moment, 
because those vessels stood for American, the best country in the 
world for them. 

Of course, it is impossible for a traveler in Europe or any other 
foreign country to give an accurate description of the home life of 
the various peoples he encounters. He sees merely the exterior, and 
forms his opinions and passes his judgment thereby. There is, how- 
ever, some degree of truth in the conclusions so reached, for just as 
the clothes are an indication of the character of a man, so are the 
conditions of a city a clew to the nature of the inhabitants. If, 
therefore, the reader disagrees with the author in the hitter's judg- 
ment, he must remember that it is based on a superficial observation, 
and not upon a close study of the actual conditions. 

Our friends turned their footsteps towards an old cathedral that 
the chaplain had recommended to them as being worthy of a visit. 
They returned by the same way to the street corner where they had 
left the car and walked three squares along the track towards the 
city, when they found themselves face to face with the edifice they 
were seeking. 

The Cathedral of San Jeronymos is not very far from the Tower 
of Belem ; in fact, it is often called Belem Cathedral, so the party 
decided to visit if before returning to the city. This cathedral has 
had a rather interesting history. Just before Vasco de Gama de- 
parted on his journey around Africa to India, he gathered his com- 
pany of sailors and fighters in an old hermitage on the shores of the 
Tagus. where he prayed for the success of his venture. The king 
was present, and when the solemn rites were over, he arose and 
swore that if the voyage were successful, he would build a great 
cathedral on that very spot, and dedicate it to the virgin, in honor 
of his infant daughter. The men who were about to leave their 
home and friends were duly impressed by this solemn oath, as was 
intended, and pledged themselves to succeed or die in the attempt. 
Had they been up-to-date in other things beside their spirit of in- 

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itiative, they might have tied a cheesecloth banner with the motto 
"India or Bust" across the stern of their ships. The voyagers 
shoved off and for many years not a word was heard of them. Senti- 
nels in Belem Tower watched day and night for their return. At 
last, a single ship was sighted, bearing up the river in the mists of 
the morning — a single ship out of all the proud vessels that had 
left for the Orient. The word spread like wildfire, and the anxious 
relatives of the seafarers flocked down to the dock, hoping their kin 
to be on board, and fearing that they might have been lost at sea. 
The town band was hastily assembled and hustled down to the dock • 
the Daughters of the Roman Occupation despatched huge baskets 
filled with sandwiches and bottles of cognac to the place of disem- 
barkation, and even the monks, usually too inert to stir out of their 
monasteries, had placed the first year brothers in charge of the 
decks, while they turned out in a body to welcome Vasco home. The 
king was as good as his word and almost before the great navigator 
landed, he had his men at work on the foundations of the cathedral. 
When Vasco de Gama came ashore in a bum-boat, and told the king 
that his voyage had exceeded all expectations, and paraded a few 
select diamonds and pearls and oriental silks before the envious eyes 
of the courtiers, he could have had the town of Lisbon for the ask- 
ing. The port watch on de Gama's ship rated liberty and they were 
treated as if they belonged to the nobility ; they consumed so many 
sandwiches and drank so much wine that those who were not ill 
from indigestion were intoxicated. Altogether, it was a gay event. 
Such was the history of the cathedral of San Jeronymos. 

As for the structure itself, the exterior was of modern style and 
.to a passerby, might have been mistaken for a large cathedral in 
New York City. The main entrance was a great, arched doorway, 
surrounded by stone carvings of the most exquisite and dainty 
shapes, and closed by two immense, bronze doors. Red Dugan walk- 
ed up the steps and halted a moment before attempting to enter. 
Then he pushed heavily on one of the doors and it swung slowly, 
silently, inward. The light of the sun, pent out before by these 
masses of metal, poured in before him and made on the marble 
floor a broad patch of brightness, beyond which lay a premature 

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twilight. Red could hear the clatter of horses hooves on the cobble- 
stoned street outside, the hoarse, singsong cries of fruit venders, thy 
happy voices of children. But when he stepped, a little timidly, as 
if he were about to violate a sacred spot, across the threshold into 
the cathedral, the noise of the outside world grew faint and vanish- 
ed. The interior was as silent as a tomb. When his eyes grew accus- 
tomed to the semi-darkness, he could see before him huge pillars of 
stone that towered into the gloom above and almost vanished before 
sweeping out into the curved arches of the roof. The only light 
was that which poured in through the half-opened door behind him 
and the little that filtered through two tall, narrow, stained-glass 
windows, one to his left and the other to his right, near the portals 
he had just entered. The faint beams that softened the darkness to 
his left revealed, high up and far away, the slender pipes of an 
organ ; that of the window to his right slanted down upon the steps 
of an altar which, though large, was so far away that it appeared 
tiny ; and the reflection of the pool of sunlight at his feet lighted up 
with a pale gleam the pillars before another great doorway oppo- 
site. Red's companions now joined him and they were influenced 
by that same feeling of awe within this old cathedral and of their 
own littleness, so that they spoke no word to each other. 

They advanced slowly until they were standing upon a large 
circle in the center of the marble floor, moving out of the sunlight 
into the shadow. Then they became aware of a sound that seemed 
to be born out of the silence, at first scarcely audible, but ever-rising 
in tone and volume, until they could distinguish the notes of an 
organ. It swelled on and pulsed into a flood of music that eddied 
and flowed about them ; then, above the undertone of harmony arose 
lighter notes that played and rippled across it. just as small cur- 
rents and whirlpools arise, dart hither and thither, and fade away 
on the surface of the deep waters of an onward flowing river. At 
last the high notes disappeared entirely, and in their place arose the 
voices of women singing some Latin hymn, clear and sweet against 
the music of the organ,like a thread of bright silver on a background 
of mellow gold. Sometimes the sound faded into almost nothing; 
then it mounted until its triumphant notes made the air quiver and 

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seemed even to shake the great, stone pillars. The three remained 
there until the last sound trembled and died away. They were the 
only strangers in the cathedral. An old woman was kneeling before 
the altar, holding her ragged, black shawl tight upon her head and 
mumbling prayers over her beads; she, perhaps, was too busily en- 




CATHEDRAL OF SAN JERYNYMOS 

gaged to appreciate the music, but an old, white-haired sexton noted 
with child-like satisfaction the effect it had on the Americans. He 
hobbled up to them, waved his hand towards the distant organ, and 
explained as well as he could that the choir was practising. 

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Chief Burke was a Catholic, so that when he arrived before the 
altar, he kneeled and made the sign of the cross. That won the sex- 
ton's heart immediately. Thereafter, he spoke only to Burke and 
for his benefit. When Burke asked him for a small wax candle 
from the altar, he went up to one of the golden candlesticks and 
blew the flame from a wax taper, which he gave to the Chief. Red 
asked, "'Burke what on earth are you going to do with a souvenir 
of that nature ? ' ' 

"Sure, sonny, an' 1 'm goin' to take it hack with me to the little 
Sacred Heart Church in my home town an' give it to the father. 
He'll appreciate an object taken from the very altar in an ancient, 
historic cathedral in the far-away land of Portugal. The candle is 
old, but it will be prized for the story that goes with it and for its 
sacred character. Here, my friend, are a few escudos for the 
church." 

The old sexton bowed and dropped the bill into a little box near 
the altar railing. Then he led them into an alcove to the left of the 
altar, outside the railing, where there was a casket half-buried in 
wreaths of flowers. A small placard explained that this was the 
casket of a president of Portugal, who had been brutally assassi- 
nated in December, 1914. Political feeling runs high in this little, 
southern country ; the Royalists hate and will have nothing to do 
with the Republicans, and instead of blows, as in the case of a gen- 
tlemanly argument between two Irishmen, the differences in politi- 
cal belief are settled by a pistol or poniard. A foreigner inviting 
both factions to a supper will notice black looks being passed around 
instead of smiles, and soon the guests will offer some excuse and 
leav\,e. 

"When was the casket placed here?" asked Red. 

"1 do not know," the caretaker replied. 

"When will it he taken away?" 

"Nobody knows." 

This haziness of knowledge seems to he characteristic of the 
lower classes of Portugal. 

To the right of the altar, there was a similar alcove, bare, how- 
ever, of any floral decorations. One of the two tombs that it con- 

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tained was made of a solid block of marble, with the image of a mau 
on the top and a galleon in bas-relief on the side. ' ' This, ' ' said the 
caretaker, "is the tomb of Vasco de Gama, who discovered a new 
route to India. The other tomb is that of Luiz de Camoes, the great- 
est Portuguese poet; he was unrecognized during his lifetime and 
died in abject poverty. But you must come now and see the clois- 
ters, which were built in the XVth Century — very beautiful, very 
historic. ' ' 

After traversing a short corridor, they stepped suddenly into 
the light in an open court, surorunded by arches and pillars of dis- 
tinctly Moorish style of architecture, Burke turned to Red. 

' ' Doogan, what do you think of it ? " 

' ' Chief, its pretty and it 's interesting, but you know, I wouldn 't 
want to scrub paintwork around here. ' ' 

While they were in this part of the city, the three visited Le 
Musee des Cockers, an interesting exhibition of old coaches, used in 
former times bv the nobility. The Latin races' love of show and 
bright colors was displayed there to its greatest extreme. One coach 
was a grand hash of light, red, blue, and green paint, silken robes 
and cushions, delicate carving, and jekelry. Of course, the real 
diamonds had been removed quite a while ago by some fellow in 
need of some spare change and glass imitations substituted. Red 
removed the silken cushions from the seat and discovered a hole in 
which a bucket was suspended. On being informed that this was to 
carry along a supply of drinking water, he told the guide that he 
thought at first it was the gasoline tank. A bystander, who of course, 
knew nothing of such matters, claimed they were both wrong. 

By this time, evening was upon them, so they decided to return 
to the dock. When they again boarded a car bound towards Black 
Horse Square, Red looked at a small stencil in one end. "Built by 
Blank & Sons, Philadelphia, U. S. A." Red pointed this out to 
Frank and remarked : "It was well enough to see Fords in Christ- 
iania and Lisbon, but when I run up against street cars built in^ 
Philly, I feel more at home. ' ' 

Frank and Red said good-bye to Chief Burke, who returned to 
the Kansas and passed out of our story, although we, who knew him, 

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still wish him the best of luck and success back in his home town. 
He has left the Navy, according to Red, to take unto himself one 
wife. That night the boys turned in and slept the sleep of the just 
— boys. 

The chaplain organized a party to visit the little village of Cintra 
some distance out from the city of Lisbon, and guaranteed the cost 
not to exceed sixty escudos. The boys were overloaded with money, 
or at least they thought they were, for their pockets were stuffed 
with bills until they had hardly room for a handkerchief, so they 
placed their names on the list and awaited developments. They 
procured a small travel pamphlet entitled Portugal and read the 
description of Cintra — a description written by an adjective hound. 
It had been a long time since Red had been to a county fair in his 
little country town, but when he read this flowery account of the 
beauties of Cintra, he recalled an old ballyhoo for a snake show. 

"Na-oow step right this way, beautiful ladies and honorable 
gents. Only te-en cents, o-ne dime, a tenth of a dollah, and you have 
the inestimable privilege of viewing wid yer own eyes absolootly and 
positively the gr-reatest collection of horrible and slimy-r-reptiles. 
that ever crawled troo th' jungle. Immense, colossal, magnificent, 
ter-r-rifying snakes ; poisonous, death-dealing, tr-reacherous rep- 
tiles!" ' 

Well, the author of this description was of the same type of 
adjective user. He is an extract, with the superlatives underlined ; 
"Seated high and picturesquely on a massive rock, it forms a fan- 
tastic township, the theme of the immortal poet who wrote Childe 
Harold. It seems as though Nature had favored this spot with per- 
petual spring; ah infinite variety of colors, gentle murmuring 
zephrys, in a word, everything that could contribute to the supreme 
harmony caused by the fairest of nature's products — " and on and 
on through ten pages of striking analogies and superlative expres- 
sions. If Red hadn't been ashore that first day, he might, after read- 
ing over this pamphlet, actually have thought that Portugal is the 
prettiest spot in Europe. Mr. Ickes and the chief printer on board 
the South C had visited Lisbon before and they claimed it was the 
dirtiest hole that they had ever seen. The chaplain stated that it 

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was the most beautiful city of Europe, and as it was his business to 
be veracious, Red believed him. But, in order to make the two cor- 
respond, he compromised by calling Lisbon "the most beautiful 
hole" on the continent. That is probably the briefest and most ac- 
curate description he could have adopted. 

It was a very pleasant day for the trip. The party shoved off 
from the ship at 9 :30 in the morning, and the swiftly flowing tide 
aided the engines in bringing the motor sailer quickly to the dock. 
The guide, furnished by Cook's Traveling Bureau, was waiting for 
them. He was a short, spry little man, energetic in his actions and 
quick in his speech ; he attempted to speak so rapidly that the words 
lapped over each oilier and gave the impression that he was slightly 
"under the influence." His moustache was small, black, and point- 
ed, and under the stress of his linguistic efforts, pointed on every 
course from zero to three sixty, except when he calmed it down by 
a twirling stroke of his thumb and index finger. From his language 
Red inferred that he must have been the writer of that little guide 
book to Cintra, but Marco Polo disclaimed any knowledge of its re- 
markable author. Whenever Red met a person with an unpro- 
nounceable name, he promptly invented one to suit the occasion, 
and Marco Polo was the one he applied to the guide. 

Marco led the boys down to the cars, pointing out to them on 
the way the important monuments and explaining their signifi- 
cance, all the while herding them together like a flock of sheep. It 
was well he did, for quite a few of them would drop behind to look 
into a store window or price a curio made in Hoboken, most likely, 
or gaze at some pretty Portuguese flower girl. At last he had them 
on the train and proceeded to earn his sixty escudos to his own satis- 
faction by pouring into the deaf ears of a few bored midshipmen an 
interminable story about how King This-or-That promised to build 
a cathedral provided his enemies were vanquished. Frank Morris 
found it interesting to watch the countryside as it passed in review 
before his window. Wide, open fields stretched over rolling hills, 
leaving the light-brow T n soil exposed to the sun. Every now and 
then the train would round a curve and the travelers would find 
themselves in a clump of trees. 

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■lust behind Frank and Red were two pretty Spanish girls, as 
they Learned later, escorted by a rather severe looking old lady wear- 
ing a black lace mantilla. Red turned his head and unguardedly 
spoke about their neighbors. 

*'l say. Frank, look at this girl on the right, the one with the 
laughing black eyes, and the lips with always a trace of a smile." 

"Hush up. you block of ivory. Maybe these people can under- 
stand English. This old lady seems to lie educated and refined. 
Please. Red, don't, make a fool out of yourself when 1 am in your 
company. At least 1 wish to remain in the society of cultured peo- 
ple — you scare them all away." 

'"The devil! 1 haven't found a Portuguese yet that could speak 
our language. Anyway, they can hear yon. too. Let's get acquaint- 
ed; are you on? Now the little girl I told you of seems to be so- 
ciable, if only she weren't in the shade of that ice-berg — 

The old lady turned and folded back her mantilla. "Young 
man." she said, in the purest English, "please spare those remarks. 
Your metaphors may be true, but they are very crude. Your com- 
panion appears to have more of a sense of propriety — conduct 
yourself like him." 

Frank hastened to apologi/.e for his friend. "My dear Madam, 
I hope you will overlook this conceited animal by my side, and T 
wish to apologize for what he said, because I know he hasn't the in- 
telligence to do it himself. He is not responsible for what he does- 
keep still. Red, it's true — but he was far from wishing to injure 
yourself or your two companions. Indeed, they are so pretty, that 
you, yourself, must agree with me when I say that he was involun- 
tarily compelled to express his homage, although in a somewhat un- 
pleasing form." 

The old lady was quite mollified by this fine speech and became 
even gracious. Frank used his head and subtly flattered her and 
her two nieces, so that she even condescended to introduce the 
Americans to her wards. Red looked at Frank as if to say: "You 
win. old boy, pick 'em up! Brains is king." To Red's further dis- 
comfiture he learned that the girls could understand English, having 
studied, it under an Irish governess. He found it very discancert- 

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ing to have Nina quoting Tennyson, Browning and, Shakespeare. 
She told him about the social customs of the Portuguese ; that a 
woman always wore her, 1 wedding ring on her right hand, her hus- 
band wearing one, also. If the man doesn't wear one, too, it is a 
bad sign. The custom of wearing the] ring on the left hand seems 
to be peculiar to the United States and England. Nina said they 
had to keep the Portuguese boys at a distance because they are too 
— romantic ; they wish to get married too quickly. If a girl talks to 
a young man without the consent of her parents or governess and 
invites him to her home, people would say they are to be married 
to-morrow. The girls of Portugal have not very much chance in re- 
gard to matrimony, as the parents expect them to follow out the de- 
sires of their seniors. 

Nina, Soria, and their aunt were going in the same direction and 
as it turned out, to the same destination as Red and Frank, so they 
offered to accompany the two Americans and explain to them the 
various places seen. Of course our friends were overjoyed at their 
good luck and immediately laid plans for escaping from their volu- 
ble guide. This was easy to do because of the confusion on the sta- 
tion platform during the first few minutes after the arrival. 

Cintra was really a pretty place, in spite of the attempt by the 
author of the tourist pamphlet to ruin its reputation by describing 
it as a second Eden. When one sees aj glowing account of the 
wonderful beauty of a place, it is a safe bet that the writer has tried 
to cover up its lack of interest and beauty by an extravagant use of 
words. Down in the valleys were groves of cork trees, pine, and elm. 
The small villas presented a pleasing contrast, their red-tilted roofs 
aud pure white sides against the dark green of the trees. Crowning 
the heights of a mountain peak was the Pena Palace, built in Gothic 
and Arabesque style, formerly a royal residence, and, as they were 
to discover later, containing a labyrinth of vaults, drawbridges, 
towers, chapels, and cloisters. Near the Palace, on another peak, 
stood an ancient Moorish castle, its ruined walls and towers still 
testifying to the greatness and power of the followers of Mohammed, 
many centuries ago. Nina told Red about a legend which some old, 
foolish peasants still relate to their children. 

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"The Moors, as you know, or have probably read in your Eng- 
lish novels, were a mysterious race of people. From a small tribe, 
they grew and grew into a great nation, reaching from Arabia to 
Spain and what is now Portugal in Europe. Because they were so 
powerful and because they were of a different religion, they were 
thought to have among them magicians, who were partly responsible 
for their successes. This very castle, at which you are now looking, 
has a, strange history and queer stories are told about it. even to- 
day. At certain times during the year, when the hour of midnight 
approaches, the fallen and crumbled blocks of stone are restored 
and the dark-skinned builders are called back to life. The halls and 
corridors of the castle are lit up with 1 torches, the jewels which are 
now hidden in tbe bowels of the earth, glitter on the rich dresses of 
the nobles — all is life, excitement, feverish activity, for the Moors 
know they have but a few hours to spend on the earth. The warrior 
dons his armor and buckles about him his shining scimetar, the lover 
wanders with his sweetheart in the garden, where the waters of the 
fountain once more break and scatter sparkling droplets in the 
moonlight, and the Moorish governor holds his court in the great 
hall of the castle, where the cobwebs have disappeared in favor of 
luxurious Oriental draperies. But to a few men only is this strange 
sight revealed. To the majority, the old castle is still the same as 
usual, silent, ruined, deserted, sleeping under the moon." 

' ' How interesting ! ' ' said Frank, insincerely, because he knew 
that the same story, with variations, is related about every Moorish 
ruin in Southern Europe. 

The boys spent all morning and afternoon wandering through 
the Palace, the castle, the Royal Castle, and the parks adjoining 
the villas at the foot of the mountain. When they returned to the 
ship that night, they were tired, as is usual after a long trip, but 
completely satisfied. Red opened his card index file, and wrote 
down another name : Nina Dancida A. Alvaredo Orlos Don Zegovia; 
Nina Dancida belonged to her, A. Alvaredo Orlos, to her mother, and 
Don Zegoviia, to her father. Red wondered what would happen if 
the custom changed and the names of the graudmothers were added, 
also. 

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Friday morning Red and Frank received an invitation from 
their Portuguese friends to attend a bullfight, together with a small 
notice of the event intended for the Americans. 

PRACA DE TOUROS CAMPO PEQUENO 

GRAND BULLFIGHT 

Dedicated to the U. S. Fleet by the popular Portuguese bull- 
fighter Thomaz da Rocha. Sunday, 24th, at 6 p. m. The most 
notable Portuguese bullfighters will take part, including the famous 
and popular Jose Casimiro and the celebrated Spanish Torero 
Alcalareno. 

LONG LIVE THE AMERICAN NAVY. 

The following description is taken word for word from Red's 
diary. 

"We entered the large brick building in which was the arena 
and seats open to the sky. Nina and her aunt took us up to a box. 
seat where we could see it all. The arena was a very good building 
and showed that the people there attend in great numbers. I would 
estimate that six or seven thousand could be seated there and to-day 
the place was full. About one-third the audience was midshipmen, 
officers, and sailors. 

The beginning was very pretty. The two caballeros entered ; one 
was on a gray horse and the other on a dark chestnut colored one. 
They advanced, retreated, circled around in opposite directions, 
making the horses side-step. This they did very prettily and to- 
gether. The horses were thoroughbreds and a pleasure to watch. 
Their high steps, fire and spirit were in evidence. After that a bull 
was let into the ring and the playing began. The man on the gray 
started ; he put the banderillo into the bull when the latter charged. 
It certainly required wonderful horsemanship to get out of the way 
and yet get the sticker into the bull when the latter charged. He 
put four of them perfectly and then missed the fifth. He then 
withdrew and the playing on foot, with capes and stickers, began. 
After that, the other horseman played a bull. He was equally as 
skillful as the first. After a successful attempt, he would go around 

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and bow to the crowd and many would throw their hats at him. He 
always threw them back and the owner was thus greatly honored. 
The gobs soon got on to it and the fellow was kept busy throwing 
their hats back. 

Next some hard looking birds came out and they pulled the 
daredevil stunts. Standing perfectly still, they would get the bull 
to charge, just shifting enough that they went between tbe bull's 
horns. The charge would lift them off their feet, but tbe fellow 
would put his arms around the bull's neck and hold on for dear life, 
then the others would tackle the bull and hold him to keep him from 
injuring the fighter. Sometimes the bull threw the fellows and ran 
over them, but it seems that the fighters were impervious to hoofs. 
One man did meet with an accident. When the bull charged, it 
suddenly swung its head and one horn caught the man in the side, 
throwing him about six feet in the air. He landed on his head and 
shoulders. He was not able to get up. They carried him off the 
field, with. I suppose, one or two broken ribs. The bull's horns 
were padded at the tip with leather coverings so they would not 
gore. That didn't stop the matadors from getting out of the way. 
When the bull got too close for comfort, the fighters hopped over a 
low wall into an outside alley. One man, with a busted nose. T call 
him Flat-nosed Pete, got in the way of el Toro and started to the 
rear, double time. Just as he got to the wall and began climbing, 
the bull hooked him from below and heaved him clear across the 
fence, but Pete was a tough customer, and didn't get hurt. There 
are no real matadors in Portugal, as it is against the law to kill the 
bulls in the arena — only in Spain, Panama, and Mexico do they do 
it. This fight we saw to-day was an excellent exhibition of skill. 
The ones that held the red cloth and not the red cape were very 
skillful. The idea is to get the bull going towards the cloth and 
stand with the feet in the same spot so that the bull will pass right 
under the arms. There was a small Spaniard there who was a 
wonder. 

"The last bull the hard boys wrestled, they did a still more reck- 
less stunt. They had tried it before, but failed. They tried it three 
times without succeeding and each of these times the man was 

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thrown high in the air by the bull, which walked over him, but it did 
not seem to faze him for he came back for more. The fourth time, 
he did it. He got the bull to charge, then turned his back so that 
the bull's horns passed on each side of his body. The shock of the 
collision lifted him high up, but he locked his arms backwards over 
the horns and held on tho the bull shook his head and tried to toss 
him off. The others tackled the bull and brought him to a stand- 
still. When a bull was tired out, they turned in some tame bulls 
who surrounded him and took him out with them. The Spanish 
matador showed how the killing was done, but his sword was blunt- 
ed at the tip. The midshipmen gave a couple of big hands for the 
bull. Nina enjoyed the fight as Betty would a baseball game. The 
President, Minister, Admiral Hughes, and captains of our ships 
were there." 

The next afternoon, as Red was walking down the Avenida da 
Liberdado, one of the prettiest avenues in Lisbon, he met Caesar, 
loaded down with two cameras. 

' ' Hello, Caesar, where you bound for ? Better take your specs off 
so you can see what the town looks like. ' ' 

"Don't pass any remarks about these glasses, Red ; without them, 
I couldn't enjoy the sights. Come along, if you haven't anything in 
particular to do. I 'm hunting a certain wine-shop on the Rua Con- 
cordo, where it is possible to obtain a first-rate steak cooked in the 
American style, with onions and gravy. On the way, I wish to pur- 
chase a few curios to take home for my friends. Have you any idea 
as to what would be suitable for the folks ? ' ' 

"By George! You're right. I forgot my friends. I'll have to 
get them something myself. What would a cruise to Europe be 
worth without taking home something to remember it by. Now, 
quite a few got some of this mineral water, but I'm afraid the bottles 
will break, so I'll get something more lasting. Have you noticed 
that the majority of the women wear a small cross on a necklace? 
No? Well, you Avatch 'em and see. They are deeply religious on 
the surface, so to speak. Then there are French laces, poniards, 
perfumery, cards, books, souvenir handkerchiefs, and mantillas. 
Oh, you can spend your money, all right !" 

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"No doubt about that, Red; didn't you pay fifty dollars for a 
pair of Zeiss binoculars in Christiania?" 

"Yeah, but that was a good investment. You would be obliged 
to pay a hundred for one like it in the States on account of the duty 
on such stuff. ' ' 

The boys walked on until they reached the business section of the 
city, then kept their eyes open for a shop in which they might make 
a good purchase. 

Caesar pointed to a small booth which was fairly near, and said: 
"We ought to be able to get something in there atj a reasonable 
price. There seems to be everything from stick-pins to can-openers 
in the window. Let's try our luck." 

The clerk was a young man with; a moustache that was so new 
that it appeared to be a dirty spot under his nose. Red could not 
speak Spanish and the clerk did not understand French or English. 
At a loss for a means for expression. Red unconsciously fell back on 
English. 

' ' I want perfume ! ' ' 

A doubtful smile fluttered on the clerk's lips. He disappeared 
underneath the counter and a few seconds later emerged w T ith a 
tennis racquet. 

"No — no ! Per-fume ! Smell, see?" and Red waved his hand in 
front of the boys. Red took off his cap, in perplexity, and ran his 
fingers through his hair, perhaps for inspiration. The young man 
thought he had the right idea that time ; he snapped his fingers, 
grinned, and pulled a bottle out of a drawer. Red took one look at 
it, and grasped Caesar by the arm. "It's Bay Rum. Come on, 
let's go where we can talk. Bon jour, Jack. In other words, so 
long!" 

They had better luck at the next shop. The proprietor spoke 
French and Caesar had no difficulty in making himself understood. 
They each selected a bottle of "Quelque Fleur," made in Paris. Tt 
had a very delicate odor, comparable to no ottier that can be 
imagined, yet very pleasing. Red Dugan placed his bottle in his 
hip pocket, to carry it back to the ship. 

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They soon found the wine shop Caesar had mentioned before 
and entered in search of food. They chose a small table for two in 
a quiet corner, somewhat shut off from the main floor. The waiter 
in full evening dress, with a white cloth over his arm, approached 
and bowed himself into a human question mark. 

"Bring me a Chateau Briand steak and a bottle of light wine. 
Red, what '11 you have?" 

"The same, I suppose." 

"Waiter, make it two." 

"Veryj well, sir." 

While they were eating, Caesar noticed a pretty Portuguese girl 
behind the cake counter. She seemed to be very curious and kept 
looking at him and several times she smiled at him. 

At the end of the meal, Caesar caught her eye and motioned for 
her to come over. She did so. 

"Parlez-vous francais?" he demanded. 

' ' Oui, uri peu, monsieur ! ' ' The rest of the conversation was in 
French, but is translated for the benefit of the reader.) 

' ' What is your name ? ' ' 

"Why do you wish to know my name. What is it to you?" 

"But you were staring at our table all during/ dinner. You 
even smiled. What must I think ! ' ' 

"Pardon, monsieur, but you looked so funy with those big 
glasses of yours — " 

Red Dugan began laughing. But his laughter died away as 
quickly as a match flame in a strong wind. An expression of deep 
concern settled on his features and he began sniffing the air with 
great intentness. 

"What's the matter, Red?" 

"Caesar, I sat down on that 'Quelque Fleur' and broke the bot- 
tle in my trouser pocket. ' ' 

Red wished to attend Catholic Church services on Sunday morn- 
ing, so he put in a request to be allowed to accompany the church 
party when it slfbved off from the ship. The request was granted, 
and he was permitted to visit the Cathedral of the Star, Estrella. 
This is one of the most beautiful cathedrals in Lisbon, situated on 

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one of the high walls overlooking the city and the Tagus; it has a 
graceful dome, resembling that on the Chapel at the U. S. Naval 
Academy, although much larger. The party boarded a car near 
Black Horse Square, and rode through the narrow streets to the 
great square on which stood the Cathedral. They arrived a half 
hour before mass, so Red took advantage of this spare time by going 
to the top of the dome. He climbed a narrow flight of stairs, wind- 
ing around like a corkscrew, until he came to the curve of the dome 
itself. He could look down at the gloomy interior of the church, at 
the altar, the statues, the benches, and the people, all so far away 
that it was like gazing at a toy show. After mounting a final flight 
of steps, he came out into the sunlight, near the base of the spire. A 
glorious panorama was before him : behind him lay the country- 
side ; around, the city flaunted its bewildering display of color in the 
morning sunlight ; before him, he saw the Tagus and the hills of the 
farther shore. He spent a few moments on the dome and then de- 
scended to take a look at the tombs of the Portuguese kings, who 
were preserved in alcohol, or some embalming fluid, in transparent 
cases. 

There w T as a mummy reclining on a blue silk pillow in a glass 
case to the right of the main altar ; it was dressed in rich garments 
and wore a golden crown. The face was that of a tired, sleeping 
boy. It was, of course, some saint, supposed to work miraculous 
cures on the sick and the afflicted. Those who were relieved, by the 
peculiar psychology of faith, hung small w T ax models of that portion 
of their body which had been affected, on the panel nearby, so that 
it was covered with arms, hands, legs, ears, breasts, and one or two 
whole figures. 

The Holy Mass was very impressive, and was carried out with 
all the pomp and ceremony of the Church ; the wax candles on the 
altar but feebly dispelled the gloom of the interior with their waver- 
ing flames ; the priest, clad in beautiful, embroidered vestments, with 
a cross of gold upon the back, spoke his Latin slowly, as though re- 
peating a lesson. For Red, it added a touch of irony to the scene 
when he thought how much more heavy was the cross which Christ 
bore upon his shoulders on the way to Calvary than was this gilt 
affair that the priest wore so lightly before the altar. 

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A few days later, the South Carolina coaled from the collier 
Proteus. Red was seized by the muse,and wrote the following at- 
tempt at a poem, on the bottomless bunker : 

IN LISBON. 

I. 

'Twas Tuesday morning at four o'clock 
When reveille busted on board our ship. 
' ' Let go your hammocks and grab a sock ! ' ' 
"Oh, jimmylegs, jimmylegs, please lemme be; 
I never turned in till a late hour, you see, 
For liberty was up at twelve on the dock 

In Lisbon." 

II. 
' ' To-day we coal, and don 't you forget, 
So show a leg quick, you politician's son — " 
The tired gob rose with a sigh of regret ; 
He knew a hard day 's work had begun 
To last till far after the set of sun, 
Which hadn't showed up in the east as yet 

In Lisbon. 

III. 
The collier tied up, with a full cargo 
Alongside the ship, its bunkers to fill, 
And soon the coal began to flow. 
The time, according to the bill, 
Was twenty hours, or a little more still ; 
There was sixteen hundred tons to go, 

In Lisbon. 

IV. 
Our hero turned to near the port hatch ; 
He worked all day on one coal chute, 
And shoveled and shoveled to beat old Scratch, 
With twenty others and a mess moke to boot. 
The sun went down with that tired recruit 
Still shoveling coal in that yawning hatch 

In Lisbon. 
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THE ROCK 



V. 

When midnight came, he was ready to drop ; 
All other bunkers were filled and sealed 
As full as you please, clear up to the top, 
But still he shoveled and cussed and squealed — 
The order to coal, once given, is never repealed. 
So on he worked and never stopped, 
In Lisbon. 

VI. 

Then some bright swab spoke up and said : 
' ' Let 's take a sounding, boys, what say ? ' ' 
And so they did, with a deep-sea lead, 
And what they learned would turn you gray, 
The line found a hole in the bunker's bed — 
They'd been shoveling coal in Lisbon Bay — 
No kiddin'. 

Red enjoyed very few liberties after the ship was coaled, be- 
cause his escudos were rapidly dwindling away. He preferred show- 
ing visitors about the ship, as he had in Christiania, with especial 
attention to the fair sex. They were, however, always accompanied 
by a chaperon, so his card index file remained undisturbed in his 
strong box. 

Thursday morning, when he went up on deck, the land was 
slowly sliding by on either side. He breathed a sigh of satisfaction, 
not because he disliked Lisbon, but because it meant so many more 
days nearer home. 



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CHAPTER V. 
Adventures In Gibraltar And Tangier. 

Red Dugan was obliged to stand a steaming watch in the engine- 
room in the morning from eight till twelve o'clock, but he was lucky 
enough to get topside in time to eat dinner and see the famous rock 
of Gibraltar lift its head above the horizon. For some hours, the 
squadron had been steaming between the continent of Africa on the 
one hand and the mainland of Europe on the other. The paymaster 
evidently had an attack of conscience, for he gave the crew an ex- 
cellent dinner that day. Red, as usual, filched two helpings of peach 
pie from his neighbor, who was busily engaged in staring out the 
port at the land sliding past with slow but reassuring regularity. 

Soon the bugler sounded quarters, for when the ship comes to 
anchor or isi tied up in port, all the men must be at their proper 
station. Red belonged with a division below decks, but he slipped 
away and joined a squad on the foc'sle where he could obtain a good 
view of everything that occurred. 

The South C, Kansas, and Minnesota tied up alongside dock B. 
Mr. Richards was on the foc'sle of the South C, telling the boys how 
to arrange the lines on the deck so as to be able to use them efficient- 
ly. The strain of delivering information and orders to a gang of 
men who worked by mob instinct rather than by the application of 
reason — which is known in ordinary language as horse-sense — was 
trying on his nerves. 

A sidewheeler, the Royster, came close to the boys and nosed 
the ship in close to the dock where a crowd of British sailors, wear- 
ing the same style white-working clothes as the American gobs, ex- 
cept for the broad-brimmed, white cork helmets, watched the pro- 
ceedings without the slightest trace of curiosity or excitement, and 
at times, aided the landing party to sling the hawsers over the bitts. 
An overseer, sporting an iron-gray moustache and a goatee, that 
resembled a miniature snowplow, directed the Britishers, who 
obeyed mechanically in a fashion very different from our own men, 

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who, although they grumble at times, do their work on the jump. 
A first-class machinist, Schircliff, pointed to the overseer and re- 
marked to Red: "See that fellow out there, with cit clothes! 
That's King George. I'm goin' to look up King George in town an' 
pay him my respects. W 'y, 'owdy do, old top ; bally well glad to 
meet you, huh ! ' ' 

Red was surprised at the lack of the usual "dope" on liberty. 
Be it said here that navy ' ' dope ' ' is) an exaggerated form of back- 
fence gossip ; it starts from nowhere and is passed from mouth to 
mouth to all parts of the ship. It spreads like wildfire and is almost 
impossible to stop, once it is given an impetus by a few well-mean- 
ing but innocent victims. As an example, it was rumored in Lisbon 
mat part of the first class was to be transferred to-tne Utah and 
sent to China station; according to "dope" the squadron was to 
meet H. M. S. Renown, the ship which carried the Prince of Wales 
around the world, in every port but Guantanamo. But that day, 
Red awaited the usual signs of underground activity in vain. The 
old reliable (unreliable) "dope" originator must have been in sick 
hay, for not the slightest whisper came to inform the midshipmen 
when they rated liberty. 

The only recourse in such a ease is to await and see what actually 
occurs, and this is what Red, willingly or otherwise, had to do. The 
next day, as it happened, he rated liberty. The motor sailer passed 
the other two ships of the squadron which were moored in the inner 
hay, before reaching the landing place. It did not take Red and 
Frank long to[ jump out of the boat and run up the ancient stair- 
way to the dry land. They found themselves in a small railroad 
yard ; to their left, they saw row on row of three-inch naval rifles, 
the muzzles closed by some sort of fibrous paste to prevent rusting, 
and to the right, a large storehouse, probably intended for the con- 
venience of the merchant ships passing through the straits of 
Gibraltar. 

A British sailor was standing near the guns, busily occupied in 
doing nothing. A sailor is a hard worker when he is driven to it, 
but when he is given a little spare time, he can do less real work in 
a given space of time than an Arab. If it were possible, he probably 

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would have somebody else breathe for him. The term "sailoring" 
came from his peculiar faculty of evading work. Red approached 
the Britisher and asked him how to get to the main street. The lat- 
ter hesitated for five minutes, meditating over the question, and then 
answered very slowly, as if unwilling to move his jaws, that they 
should keep going straight ahead across the yards and go ut the 
gate, when they should easily find what they were looking for. Red 
had about as much difficulty in understanding king's English, as 
spoken by 'is Majesty's subject, as though it were Choctaw. 

It was Saturday afternoon, and the streets were crowded with a 
motley crowd of English, Spanish, and Moors. The sight of a native 
driving a donkey before him, with repeated blows on its haunches 
with a light cane, gave Red an inspiration. He ran out and stopped 
the donkey driver, saying: 

"Habla espahol?" 
"Si, senor." 

"Yeah, but I don't," 

"I spik Ingleesh, too, seiior. " 

' ' That 's better. Say, d 'you want to make ten shillings ? ' ' 

"Si, senor." 

"Well, I want to hire you and your donkey for a while this 
afternoon, say two hours. How about it?" 

"I go — now?" 

"Yes, now ! And I want to get a couple of these Moors in night- 
shirts and slippers. You get 'em; I give you the money." 

"Si, senor, at once." 

Frank stayed with the donkey driver and rounded up two Moors 
who were willing to take time off to separate the Americans from a 
few shillings, while Red found a hat shop. After a little discussion 
with the keeper as to whether a dollar contained four shillings or 
five, he paid a pound for a white cork helmet, the kind which is 
always seen in pictures of tropical explorers and big game hunters. 

The party set out for the outskirts of town and soon discovered 
a place which was wild enough to suit them. The field was strewn 
with large boulders which, together with the clumps of scrub growth 
and stretches of sand, gave it the appearance of a cross section of an 

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African jungle. The Spaniard stationed the donkey in the middle 
of this desolate spot, and the Moors took their places beside it. Red 
Dugan gave Frank the camera, donned the tropic helmet, and as- 
sumed a pose before this picturesque group. He was quite the 
typical explorer, with his cork hat at an angle on his head, his tan* 
ned skin — tanned from scrubbing down the decks on his ship, his 
white blouse with shiny brass buttons, his neatly creased white 
trousers, and white canvas shoes. He lit a cigarette in a holder 
about six inches long, took a long drag, and said : 

"All right, Frank, shoot when you're ready!'' 

When they had finished taking the pictures, Frank asked Red 
what was the object in taking such a snapshot. 

"Well, Frank, it's like this. When I return home in September, 
I can produce this wild and woolly picture and tell the folks that it 
was taken while I was on a short hunting trip in North America, 
near Tangiers. When they see it, they'll think the camera can't lie, 
and swallow the tale, hook, line, and sinker. ' ' 

"But." objected Frank, "you will be an impostor. Why, you 
never saw a lion outside of a cage. ' ' 

"Don't worry, I'll tell them the truth after we've had a little 
fun over it. Let's change the subject. What shall we do now?" 

' ' I '11 tell you, there was a party left the ship when we did, bound 
for the galleries up on the rock. They were to meet a guide at 
Willis' Gate, and proceed! from there to near the top. We're late, 
but we might as well take a chance on making the trip, too." 

They dismissed the Moors and the Spaniard with his donkey, 
after purchasing a couple of pounds of large, sweet, green grapes 
from the panniers with which the animal was loaded. For a few 
minutes, they ate grapes to quench their thirst, and watched the 
three men retrace their steps along the dusty road towards town. 
Then they began to climb. For a half hour they stumbled over 
sharp-pointed rocks in the path, half-choked with the powdery dust 
that rose in a cloud at every step, and mopped their wet foreheads 
with their handkerchiefs. The road led upwards at a very steep 
angle, and when they passed the upper Mall of the town they de- 
spaired of finding Willis' Gate. Frank thought they had missed it 

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somewhere below, but insisted on climbing, just to see how far they 
could go. 

Still they climbed and sweated in the heat of the sun. They saw 
the city far below them, and could look out into the bay and across 
the strait to the misty coast of Africa. At last they came to a large 
iron-barred gate, with a) sign tacked on it : "No admittance for a 
man not in uniform or without a pass from His Excellency, the 
Governor. ' ' They were about to turn back, when a guard appeared 
and asked them what they wanted. 

"Oh, we were hunting for Willis' Gate, but we missed it on the 
way up," Red answered. 

"No, this is Willis' Gate, and there are some of your friends 
higher up around that bend in the road. If you hurry, you can join 
them. But you will have to leave your camera here. No visitors are 
allowed to carry cameras into the fortifications of Gibraltar. ' ' 

So they entered the gate and turned to the left up an incline 
steeper even than the one they had just climbed. The white dress 
shoes which went with the midshipmen 's uniform were illy adapted 
to mountain climbing — or rather, Gibraltar climbing — and they 
made slow progress. At last, they arrived at a level spot in the 
road three-quarters of the way up the rock, turned another corner 
to the right, and found themselves in the midst of their friends. 
Pete Wiedorn, familiarly known as the Hun, because of his heavy 
build and remarkable facial resemblance to von Hindenburg, ap- 
proached and demanded of Red: "Say, got anything to eat?" 

Red gazed at him reproachfully. "Hun, I never heard you ask 
any other question. No, I haven't. Have you got anything to 
drink?" 

' ' Not a drop. The water 's locked up. ' ' 

They forgot their thirst, however, when they stepped over to the 
edge of the cliff. They were on the edge <of a sheer drop hundreds 
of feet to the level ground below. The broad face of the Rock of 
Gibraltar whioh is prominent in the advertisements of the Pru- 
dential Life Insurance Company, does not, as one would logically 
suppose, confront the traveler as he enters the straits from the At- 
lantic side, but overlooks the Mediterranean and the narrow neck of 

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land that connects the Rock with the mainland of Spain. Red look- 
ed oven the side and suffered a queer feeling in the pit of his 
stomach as he thought of what he would look like at the bottom if 
his foot slipped. 

To his right, he gazed out upon the broad Mediterranean, whose 
waters were so blue that the color almost merged into purple ; the 
horizon was not visible because they were above the clouds, so that 
it seemed as if the lazy swells emerged from a bank of mist. The 
waves rolled in towards the land, became transparent about a mile 
offshore, so that the onlookers could see the bottom of the ocean, and 
at last curled up and broke in a smother of white foam on the sandy 
beach. To all appearances, there was an ideal bathing beach, but 
.one of the English sergeants on duty said that there was too strong 
an undertow. 

The mountains of Spain rose in the distance in front of them, 
with the long foothills at their base gradually sweeping out into a 
low plain. The town of La Linea (the Line) marked the edge of 
the Spanish territory ; between it and the English tract lay a strip 
of bare ground entirely across the peninsula from the Mediterran- 
ean to the Atlantic. Not a house, not a tree remained on this No 
Man's Land to form a possible cover for an enemy force attacking 
Gibraltar. All travelers had to use a single highway in going from 
one city to another across this neutral territory. 

To their left, the midshipmen beheld the bay, enclosed by the 
sweeping curve of the shore. On the farther bank, which appeared 
strangely near, they saw the town of Algeciras. At their feet, 
Gibraltar clung tenaciously to the steep slopes of the Rock, and sent 
out moles and docks to form a sheltered harbor for the ships. There 
was a multitude of vessels below them, in addition to the American 
battleships. Prank counted three hundred and twenty. And they 
all appeared to be within a stone's throw, because 1 of an optical il- 
lusion created by the altitude of the observers. 

The whole scene was like a huge map, painted by a master artist 
with all the varied and beautiful colors of Nature herself. 

A major, wearing on his shoulder straps two gilt crowns lined 
with red velvet, was explaining the arrangement of the guns so as 

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to enfilade a line of troops attacking across the Neutral Ground. He 
related in detail the story of the four year siege by the Spaniards; 
how the need for enfilading guns was felt, and how an ingenious 
engineer suggested the galleries dug in the face of the huge cliff. He 
divided the midshipmen into parties of fifteen each and placed each 
group under an English sergeant. 

Red's party was guided by Sergeant Sam Baker, who had the 
keys to the gallery. They first inspected the cement emplacements 
on the first stage, containing mortars and 6 pounder rapid firers. 
Sam Baker was not inclined to be communicative, even though Red 
tried to bribe him with a package of Chesterfields. 

After this preliminary trip, under the open sky, they climbed 
another stony path to the center, of a bare patch of rock near the 
top, where the scrub growth had found no cracks in which to take 
root. Sam Baker walked ahead. Suddenly he disappeared. But 
he had; only stepped behind a projecting ledge of rock into the 
mouth of a tunnel. The interior was as dark and cool as the path- 
way in the open had been light and hot. At intervals along the tun- 
nel, which contained a cable for lighting purposes, they looked to the 
left into small chambers chipped out of the stone, with one or more 
round holes for windows. The muzzles of some old cannon, neglect- 
ed and rusting in their carriages, and never used except to fire a 
salute, as on Armistice Day, were thrust out of these ports. The 
trip through the galleries occupied over two hours, and left most of 
the party very tired. Red, however, wanted to go on to the top, in- 
stead of back to town and asked the major if Sam Baker could con- 
duct them to the summit, where there was the largest gun on the 
Rock, mounted on a revolving base. The major replied that the 
newer fortifications were not open to inspection by strangers, and 
that under no consideration were visitors allowed above the upper 
curtain. 

Red Dugan was disappointed, but he retraced his steps with the 
rest of the party and eventually re-entered the city by the same 
route up which they had come. Then he deserted them all, even 
Frank, and took the Devil's Tower Road around the base of the 
cliff. Just before he reached the barracks facing Catalan Bay on 

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the Mediterranean side, he left the trail and started climbing. The 
first part of the ascent was easy, on account of the gradual slope up 
the talus. About half-way up, he met with an almost vertical ledge 
with barely a handhold. In this place he could not depend upon his 
feet to any great extent to take his weight, so he was forced to hang 
on with his lingers. At top of this stretch, a stream had worn a 
cup-shaped hollow in the edge, leaving a round bar of rock across 
the top of the cavity. If he could depend upon the bar to hold him, 
he was safe. He could not descend — it was a case of get to the top 
or drop off the face of the cliff to the foot, five or six hundred feet 
below. He tested it by pounding it, for he was fearful that the 
shale was loose; he had climbed Pike's Peak, but that was made of 
solid granite, where he was practically certain that when he grasped 
a projecting piece of rock, it would stay there. The shale, however, 
did not give way. so he pulled himself over the edge and lay lull 
length on the ledge for a short rest. The remainder of the ascent 
was fairly difficult, hut there was really more work than danger. 
When he reached the top, near Middle Hill, he was covered with 
dirt, his skin was scratched by the rocks, and his clothes were wring- 
ing wet. 

The summit of Middle Hill contained a small depression in which" 
were stationed concrete emplacements for 6" guns. The depression 
was a rectangle approximately 100 by 50 feet' and arranged in two 
tiers of three each. There was not a single guard to stop Red 
from investigating every corner of the earthworks. Before the 
World War, four battalions of the Royal Artillery were stationed at 
Gibraltar, but then there was only one. He found no guns, but the 
most modern bases were installed ; it was a question of only a few 
hours before the rifles could be put in place ; there were ammuni- 
tion hoists leading to magazines beneath the surface of the rock ; one 
passageway led down to a large room used in peace times as a read- 
ing room and in time of war as a place of refuge, should the enemy 
get the range. He sat down in one of the easy chairs and. while he' 
rested, read a copy of "Punch." After a while, he left Middle Hill 
and proceeded to the highest point, 1434 feet, on Gibraltar, where 
a 9.2-inch gun was mounted on a circular track. It could be trained 

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to an accuracy of 5 minutes and moved very freely. When it was 
on zero, it pointed towards Isabella's Chair, a small hill over in 
Spain. A pretty story is connected with this place ; when the siege 
of Gibraltar began, Isabella sat on this hill with her maids of honor, 
and vowed that she would never move until the hated English were 
defeated. If she hasn 't broken her vow, her spirit is probably hang- 
ing around it yet. When Red had finished playing with the gun,, 
he struck down the path, scaring up a few rabbits, several pheas- 
ants, a covey of quail, and two red-tail foxes. He saw also several 
monkeys, which, till lately, had been protected by the soldiers. They 
increased so rapidly that' the British were forced to shoot many of 
them. Finally, he arrived at the flat wall of rock that marks the 
face of Gibraltar. He inspected the ends of the wireless aerials r 
which stretched from the top three thousand feet down to the plain,, 
but could not take a look at the sending and receiving apparatus, 
for it was protected by barbed wire entanglements. 

At length he turned away and went back past Middle Hill to 
the Signal Station. He did not show himself until he saw that there 
was but one young soldier on guard duty. The guard was surprised 
when he saw Red and still more so when he learned that the Ameri- 
can had climbed up the face of Gibraltar. He showed Red the sig- 
nal cannon, the middle one being fired at eight o'clock in the even- 
ing as a warning that the Upper Curtain must be clear; they were 
originally taken from Nelson's flagship, the Victory, but were 
modernized by an arrangement permitting them to be fired by elec* 
tricity. He also explained that the reason why there were no large 
guns on the Rock was that they were afraid the shale would crumble 
under the shock of firing. 

When it grew dark, the guard told him how to get down without 
meeting too many sentries. Red followed instructions and climbed 
down near Charles' Wall. He was near the outskirts of the Lower 
Curtain when he heard someone call out : ' ' Halt, or I fire ! ' ' 

Naturally, Red stopped in his tracks. 

A sentry came running up. 

"Where is your pass?" 

' ' Here it is, ' ' and Red held up his Academy ring. ' ' I am from 
the United States ships in the harbor. ' ' 

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"My God, you seared me. I thought you were an escaped 
prisoner. We have fifteen convicted for serious crimes, in prison at 
the top. Go on, but don't let anybody see you. ' ' 

' ' I sure won 't, mate. ' ' 

Red scrambled over the wall and hastened to lose himself in the 
town. 

The next day, Red was obliged to stay aboard, as it was not his 
day for liberty, but he obtained permission to visit the Minnesota 
on business. The midshipman 0. 0. D. recognized him as soon as 
he crawled over the side,and informed him that the gang would be 
glad to see him. He went below to the office, which was a converted 
pantry, and conversed with Walker and Kastner. Some of the men 
had been to Tangier the day before and had brought back all man- 
ner of strange and useless curios. One man had picked up a long- 
barreled, flint-lock rifle with an inlaid stock ; another had bought 
himself a complete Moorish costume — red fez, nightshirt, bedroom 
slippers and all ; a third returned carrying a small table with inlaid 
woodwork. Volney Chase stood watches on a cigar about a foot 
long; he had been smoking it all morning, knocking off only for 
quarters. When Red started to leave, they insisted that he stay for 
dinner. He accepted, and was glad he did, for the cooks on the! 
Minnie certainly knew their trade. 

A special trip was arranged by the Commander of the Squadron 
for the midshipmen and crews of the American vessels to visit the 
picturesque city of Tangier, just thirty miles across the strait from 
Gibraltar. Eighty men were allowed, at one time from each ship, 
to make the trip, which meant that the old Moorish town was in- 
vaded each day by four hundred Americans. Red placed his name 
on the list the night before, and left the ship at 6 :30 in the morning, 
arriving on. the steamer Gibel-Sasar, which was to take them across, 
at 8:00 o'clock. The Gibel-Sasar was manned by a native crew and 
commanded by English officers; it was painted black, had two fun- 
nels, and could make about fifteen knots. The trip across and back 
cost just one pound, one shilling, and sixpence. Red, true to his in- 
quisitive nature, began a tour of inspection as soon as he embarked, 
and made, special efforts to discover the galley. He could see the 

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shining pots and pans through the open door, but could not enter, as 
the entrance was blocked by a Moor, sitting cross-legged on the 
threshold and contentedly smoking a long-stemmed pipe. This hap- 
pened to be the cook, who was responsible for the execrable sand- 
wiches and unspeakable coffee that was served on the way across. 
One would never guess that he was a cook by looking at his red fez, 
cocked sidewise on his close-cropped poll, his red, baggy trousers, 
and the usual slippers ; this impression that he was not a culinary 
expert was confirmed on eating some of his creations. Red was 
about to speak to him when a gob turned up and demanded of the 
Moor : 

"What's that you're smoking?" 

The Moor glanced at him out of the corners of his eves. 
"Hasheesh." 

"Dope, eh? Well, I got a cast-iron constitution and there ain't 
any kind of smoke under the sun, except Granger Twist, that I 
can't inhale and enjoy. Lemme take a pull." 

The cook obligingly allowed the gob to take several whiffs on the 
pipe. The effect was immediate and startling.. The gob was laid 
up for the rest of the day. 

It was 10 :30 when the party arrived in the harbor of Tangier, 
and the ship dropped anchor at 12 or 15 hundred meters from the 
city. Large rowboats, manned by half-clothed natives, black-skin- 
ned and bronze, crowded near the gankplank. Formerly, the sand 
beach did, not permit the traveler to approach in the boats to the 
firm ground, but they were obliged to disembark on the shoulders 
of native porters, Avaist deep in the water. The Europeans, who 
were resident there, had a dock constructed, so that landings are 
now easy. The natives thanked them by nick-naming Tangier "the 
village of the dogs," because foreigners lived in it. Nearly all the 
improvements, sanitary, lighting, roads, and otherwise, were a re- 
sult of the work of these white "dogs." 

Red joined a party, among whom were Bill Davis, Henry Ec- 
cles, and Eddy Neily. They soon discovered the main street of 
Tangier, paved with small, irregular stones with a double slope to- 
wards the middle. This street leads from the "porte de la Marine" 

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to the porte de Fez" and to the square of the Market — Socco-El- 
Kebir. It presents a scene of life and activity; one had to be con- 
stantly mi the lookout to keep from being tramped on by a donkey. 
The principal shops of the city are found along this street, shops 
without windows, resembling those of Tunis and Constantinople, 
with the keepers sill inn' cross-legged like tailors before them. 

Tangier is a city of about twenty thousand inhabitants, threaded 
by narrow, tortous streets. The houses were built without any at- 
tempt at alignment; one juts into and strangles the street, others 
are far back; many have an upper story which tries to shake hands 
with its neighbor across the way. The most noticeable characteristic 
about this city is its smell ; to think of Tangier is to think of an in- 
describle. nauseous odor. 

Our party dodged the beasts of burden and evaded the beggars 
as best they could until they had attained the Continental Hotel. 
where they could change their American money into pesetas. They 
decided it would be more interesting and flavor more of adventure 
to do without a native guide, so they left by a rear door and plunged 
into an alley-way. After they had wandered about for twenty 
minutes and had turned as many corners, they were forced to admit 
to themselves that they were lost. 

The Moorish houses have no doors, but are screened from public 
view by heavy curtains drawn across the arched portals; some of 
the inhabitants are too poor for even these adjuncts to privacy, so 
that one may see the open courts and sometimes the fountains on 
the interior. Id is said that when a Moor desires to be left alone, he 
leaves his slipper on the threshold ; the fact is. if he left any slippers 
outside he would not keep them very long. 

The boys were attracted by a confused sound of shouting issuing 
from one of the houses, so they entered just for luck. They found 
themselves in a Moorish school. The old, white-bearded master was 
beating time with a cane, while the pupils, sitting and crouching on 
the floor, were crying out verses as loud as they could. Apparently, 
the star pupil was he who could make the most noise. They sus- 
pended operations when they saw the curious foreign dogs looking 
at them, and the master asked, in a cracked voice, for alms for the 

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school. Red threw him a bill and retired in haste, for he saw those 
apparently harmless scholars preparing to descend on him in a 
body. 

There were no shops containing typical Moorish goods, such as 
tapestries, rugs, and so on, for one must go to the Market on Thurs- 
day, when the out-of-town people come in to sell their stuffs. The 
shops were crowded with cheap jewelry that looked familiar to Red, 
and when he thought a bit, he called to mind a novelty factory in 
Newark. There is never a price list, so the trader looks first at the 
article to see how cheap it is, and then at you to see how much you 
will stand, before giving the price. The usual way is to divide the 
price in half, but if you are in no hurry, you can get it for a third — 
it's only a matter of time. These traders would think you are a 
fool if you gave them what they asked. Red saw one white man in 
the street, and inquired : 

' ' How do the rates run, over here ? ' ' 

"Why, they ask what they want, and you pay what you please !" 

There was one custom that Red thought worth following in some 
cases in our own country ; the women of Tangier hide their faces 
with a scarf drawn across just below the eyes, and he wondered 
whether a few in America could improve their looks that way, also. 

At last Red and his friends were obliged to hire a guide, to pre- 
vent themselves from violating a mosque or invading the Sultan's 
palace by mistake. Mahomet Gazi suggested that they hire donk- 
eys, and take a ride. The motion was seconded and carried out. It 
seemed a shame to sit on these mild-eyed donkeys, which were so 
small that one's feet would almost rattle over the paving stones on 
either side. 

The guide was able to speak passable English and told them 
some rattling good stories of the days before there was a standing 
army. Then, there existed no permanent army, but when an insur- 
rection occurred or a tribe refused to, pay taxes, which often hap- 
pened, the pasha was empowered by the Sultan to raise troops in the 
loyal tribes. These men were armed with rifles of all description, 
and officered by chiefs without military instruction, ignorant of all 
tactics, and even the simplest elements of strategy. The soldiers 

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had to equip themselves, clothe themselves, and feed themselves as 
hest they could; they were supposed to receive ahout twenty cents 
a day, but the chiefs usually forgot when pay day was supposed to 
roll around, and let their men live by rapine and pillage. The men 
of the revolting tribe found safety only in flight; the women were 
distributed among the conquerers and led into slavery. The guide's 
father had been on one of these expeditions and had won two wives 
and enough loot to enable him to send his son to learn English and 
become a guide. He probably figured that a Moor could get more 
out of the rich, ignorant foreigners than by waiting for an uncertain 
revolt ; besides, a regular army had come into existence, and with it 
conditions had changed. 

Red asked the guide if it were possible to see one of the dancing 
girls of the Ouled Nail tribe; these people raise their daughters 
especially to become experts in dancing. Red was thinking of a 
vision of wild loveliness, the grace of a gazelle, fierce daughter of 
the desert, and so forth, when' he said "dancing girl." The guide- 
grinned, and replied that they were in luck — one of these dancers 
was' entertaining a group of European tourists at the Hotel Cer- 
vantes. They made haste to get there in time, and, fortunately, suc- 
ceeded. They sat cross-legged on mats arranged about the sides of 
a spacious room, in which the lights were dimmed, and a cloud of 
incense curled from a brazier on a tall pedestal — to produce atmos- 
phere, probably. It was a disappointment. In the first place, the 
Ouled Nail looked as if she had put in her spare time milking 
camels — she was as ugly as sin. In the second place, she was too 
clumsy to dance — far below the standard imagined by Red, which 
was pretty high, anyway. Even the two European missionaries, 
who attended, spoke of her in disparaging terms. They soon left 
and reprimanded Mahomet for tricking them. He said that there 
were really excellent dancers in the interior, but that they hardly 
ever visited "dog-ville" (Tangier). 

The party was passing through a narrow street about a hundred 
yards from, a cliff overlooking the sea. On their left was a high, 
stone wall, beyond which could be seen a few scattered trees and 
several large, white buildings with red-tiled roofs. As they went 

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past a small, arched door, a native rushed out calling upon the guide 
to halt and starting an unintelligible conversation with him. Ma- 
homet Gazi turned and bowed. 

"You are favored by an invitation from a very great man, who, 
since the abdication of the Sultan, is most powerful Moor in Tan- 
gier." 

"Tell him we'll be right in," replied Red. 

They dismounted and entered the small gateway and found 
themselves in a sort of anteroom. From there, they went through 
two other doors and came out at last into a large open space ; on the 
left was a garden ; directly ahead, was a pretty summer house, over- 
looking the sea ; to the right, a large building, evidently the home 
of the Moor. They entered the latter, by way of two terraces and 
were met at the door by several native servants, who bowed and 
escorted them into the main room. This was very spacious, with a 
ceiling of beautifully designed Moorish inlay. There wag a striking 
contrast between the Oriental architecture and several large French 
mirrors. The floor was covered by a great rug blue with a white 
design. Arranged about the center were several large divans with 
delicately embroidered silken pillows. On the wall, and on a table, 
they remarked autographed pictures of some of Europe's most 
prominent men. As they came in, a large, middle-aged Moor rose 
and greeted them with the utmost courtesy and cordiality. He was 
dressed in flowing white robes and a turban, both of the finest tex- 
ture. On his breast, he wore a star of the Order of the Bath. With 
the face of a big man, his features were yet clear cut and expressive 
of refinement, of culture, and withal of a sympathetic, understand- 
ing nature. The boys presented him with their cards, and he, in 
turn, sent one of his servants for his own. They read: 

"ElHadj. 

Sir Mehedi ben El Arbi El Menebbi." 

Presently, another servant entered, bearing a silver tray with 
some very hot tea, and quite a few glasses. The tea was light in 
color, with a great deal of mint in it — a delicious drink. As a pre- 
liminary to an interesting conversation, some excellent English 

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IX TANGIERS 



cigarettes were passed around. A young Moorish boy, the son of the 
master of the house, understood English very well and helped his 
father over the difficult parts of the conversation. Reclining on one 
of the divans was a tall, thin man, with a serious face ; at times he 
would speak in the native tongue to El Hadj. El Hadj was inter- 
ested in military affairs, because of his influence on those of his own 
country, and for that reason, perhaps, he had determined to call in 
a few midshipmen, with what result we already know. They told 
him of the cruise, of their impressions of Tangier, at which he 
smiled, and of their course at the U. S. Naval Academy. Red Dugan 
stole a few glances at the photographs scattered around, some of 
which were group pictures of nobility, with El Hadj as one of those 
included, ^'rom time to time, he could see Moorish women, with 
covered faces, pass back and forth in an adjacent court. At last, 
Red express xl the thanks of the party for the courtesy which had 
been shown them, and rose to leave. El Hadj extended to them the 
invitation to return if. in the future, they should have occasion to 
revisit Targier, and clasping each midshipman's extended hand in 
both of his, he bid them good-bye. 

The guide, who had been waiting outside during all this time r 
conducted them to the quay, where they embarked in the small 
boats and returned to the Gibel-Sasar. It was late at night when 
they reached the ship at Gibraltar, and when they turned in. they 
slept like tops. 

Some of the men took advantage of the opportunity of going 
across the bay to Algeeiras, Spain. It was at this plaee that the 
famous Algeeiras conference between the European Powers was held 
at the request of the Kaiser. The boys went over to see a real, 
honest-to-goodness bullfight, and perhaps, to see the hotel in which 
the Conference had been held. Red looked forward to the trip to 
Cuba, so he did not bother himself about a trip to Algeeiras. 



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CHAPTER VI. 

GUANTANAMO AND THE End Of THE CRUISE. 

When the squadron left the coast of Africa, a cool northerly 
hreeze swept down the ventilators and kept the men fresh and the 
fires bright. But after it passed the Canaries, off to starboard, the 
hreeze died away and left the ships traveling along under a blazing 
sky. Red was stationed in the fireroom and could get a first-hand 
impression as to what the black gang had to endure. The men were 
bare to the waist, the sweat streamed down their skin, and the coal 
dust settled in black, shiny streaks on the exposed portions of their 
body. When the furnace doors were opened for firing, the heat 
rushed out of the blazing fires and scorched them ; the drinking 
water was so hot that one gob suggested placing ground coffee in 
the bucket to flavor it. 

One night, Red was on the mid-watch, when a boiler tube blew 
out in No. 6 boiler. There had been a leak and the watertender re- 
ported' it as becoming worse. Suddenly, it split, and the water 
poured down on the fires, putting them out and generating clouds of 
steam. The blowers were hastily started to keep the steam out of 
the fireroom. The firemen and coal passers made a break for the 
dead fireroom, but Butch Taylor, the chief on watch, ordered them, 
in no uncertain terms, to get back on the fires. 

"You damn cowards, get back on your fires. Haven't you ever 
seen a tube go out before ? Pick up that shovel, you ! Do it quick ! ' ' 

Mr. McGuire, the engineering officer, came down soon after, and 
watched the way in which the fireroom force cut out the boiler and 
hauled fires. When the excitement was over, he noticed a pan of 
onions sitting in a corner. 

"Hello, what's this?" he asked Butch Taylor. 

"Why, we were going to make some mulligan, but we had to 
knock off for emergency drill. However, we might as well go ahead, 
now. ' ' 

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Five or ten minutes later, a gob passed the word: "The mulli- 
gan 's done !" 

Mr. MeGuire said, "Gentlemen, excuse, me," grasped a slice of 
bread, and darted out to the empty nreroom. When he came back, 
he was too busy to talk. 

The five ships arrived in Guantanamo on Friday morning, and 
coaling commenced almost immediately; but it was from lighters 
and they were soon through. The South Carolina took on only 660 
tons for the trip up to the roads. 

It was in Guantanamo that Red Dugan strayed from the straight 
and narrow path with disastrous consequences. Young men who 
r»ad this, and who are desirous of entering the Naval Academy, if 
you gi'ow lax in your observance of the regulations, you will suffer 
for it just as surely as the night follows the day. It is unfortunate 
that our hero did not save a man from drowning or save a ship from 
sinking, so that he might receive commendation from the Admiral, 
a word from the President, and three columns in his home town 
papers, but how often is real life a surprise! There is a reward for 
conscientious performance of duty, and every writer recognizes it, 
but there is also punishment for disobedience to orders. 

The queer part about it was. that Red "jumped ship," or stayed 
away when he did not rate liberty, in Guantanamo, that spot in 
southern Cuba which may be freely described in a few words: 
plenty of sand, cactus and scrub growth all over the scenery, and 
broken beer bottles along the road. It is a good port for the winter 
maneuvers, for the men have nothing to distract their attention from 
their work. 

The way of it was this: Red had been working in the nreroom, 
and lie had looked forward to a plate of ice cream so ardently that 
his appetite ran away with his reason. The afternoon of the coal- 
ing was devoted to a field day, or clean-up day. Red donned his 
dungarees and; joined a shore party sent for sand for the sand 
locker. When he reached the dock he silently stole away and 
walked two miles to the Dutchman's, where he consumed three 
quarts of old Double-Bottom, Cast-in-the-Shell goat's milk ice 
cream. 

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When he returned to the dock the boat had returned to the ship. 
He waited behind a cactus growth and associated with varied forms 
of lizards and sand fleas until two o'clock in the morning when the 
gig was sent ashore. Red jumped in the cock-pit and lay low until 
the boat tied up at the quarterdeck boom. He was in hopes that he 
would be mistaken as a mechanic, but the Officer of the Deck saw 
him as he crawled aboard and said : 
' ' Young man, who are you ? ' ' 
' ' Red Dugan, sir. ' ' 
' ' Where have you been ? ' ' 
"Ashore, sir." 

' ' Very well ; report to the executive officer in the morning. 
You're down." 

Red's folks were expecting him home, for September leave, but 
here is what they received : 

U. S. S. Bancroft Hall, 
Annapolis, Md., 
1st September, 1921. 

I 
Dear Father and Mother, 

i 
Please do not kill the fatted calf, as your wandering son has be- 
come a black sheep. I went ashore for amusement in Guantanamo 
and was discovered. The next thing I knew, I was listening to a 

raucous voice calling out: " and in addition, Midshipman 

Dugan will be deprived of the leave that is usually granted to mid- 
shipmen in September," 

Ever the same, 

RED.. 
P. S. Betty is here ! 



The End. 



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PHILADELPHIA 



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